  Deep down, beneath the waves, Great emerald-curving caves Dark-domed above it, Dim-walled with pearl and gold Glimmers their city old— Hast thou heard of it?— Where, through the long green nights, the spangling spars Twinkle like misty stars. Where the wind-ripple rays, And the white water sprays Over the rocks, Sitting, they comb their hair; Singing, with fingers fair Braiding their locks; While round their loveliness of naked limbs The moon's gold glamour swims. Or, on some stormy night, Seen through the glow-worm light Haunting the sands, Thou canst behold them drift Wild thro' the foam, and lift Pale arms and hands; Or, in the lightning's leap, along the lake, Dance in the tempest's wake. Singing: "Come join our dance! Come, while the lightnings glance, Or when the moon Spills all her flowers of light At the dark feet of night; And soon, ah, soon, Within our shadowy halls thou shalt forget Earth's fever and its fret." |
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