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Two children in two neighbour villages
Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas;
Two strangers meeting at a festival ;
Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall ;
Two lives bound fast in one with golden ease ;
Two graves grass-green beside a gray church-tower,
Wash'd with still rains and daisy-blossomed ;
Two children in one hamlet born and bred;
So runs the round of life from hour to hour.


Who would be
A merman bold

Sitting alone,
Singing alone

Under the sea,
With a crown of gold,

On a throne ?

I would be a merman bold; I would sit and sing the whole of the day; I would fill the sea-halls with a voice of power; But at night I would roam abroad and play

With the mermaids in and out of the rocks,
Dressing their hair with the white sea-flower ;
And holding them back by their flowing locks
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly;
And then we would wander away, away
To the pale-green sea-groves straight and high,

Chasing each other merrily.

There would be neither moon nor star;
But the wave would make music above us afar-
Low thunder and light in the magic night-

Neither moon nor star.
We would call aloud in the dreamy dells,
Call to each other and whoop and cry

All night, merrily, merrily;
They would pelt me with starry spangles and shells,
Laughing and clapping their hands between,

All night, merrily, merrily:
But I would throw to them back in mine
Turkis and agate and almondine:

Then leaping out upon them unseen
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And kiss them again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly.
Oh! what a happy life were mine
Under the hollow-hung ocean green!

Soft are the moss-beds under the sea ; . We would live merrily, merrily.


Who would be

A mermaid fair,

Singing alone,
Combing her hair
Under the sea,
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,
On a throne ?

I would be a mermaid fair ; I would sing to myself the whole of the day; With a comb of pearl I would comb my hair ; And still as I comb’d I would sing and say, “ Who is it loves me? who loves not me ? ” I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall,

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