by Arthur Rackham
To where I watch on the yellow sands, They bring me coral and amber clear. their music ceases, they glide away. Then listen only to my shrill tune,
and they pluck sweet music with sea-cold hands.
But when the stars in heaven appear,
They swim for their grottos across the bay.
the surfy tide, and the wondering moon.
Send It ,
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