In the Surf.
Here's an ocean ball-room, come with me and dance a measure,
Trip it, where the little waves are quarrelling for pleasure,
At our feet the rainbow bubbles make a sudden sally,
Quick white foam-flowers bud and blossom in an emerald valley.
Boldly an imperious wave sweeps your feet from under,
Swings you to the right-about booming crystal thunder,
Here a shower of melting pearl gems your floating tresses,
While a sinuous emerald arm whelms you with caresses.
Trip it, where the little waves are quarrelling for pleasure,
At our feet the rainbow bubbles make a sudden sally,
Quick white foam-flowers bud and blossom in an emerald valley.
Boldly an imperious wave sweeps your feet from under,
Swings you to the right-about booming crystal thunder,
Here a shower of melting pearl gems your floating tresses,
While a sinuous emerald arm whelms you with caresses.
Softly twangs the great sea-harp, smit by airy fingers,
In its song a haunting strain of siren sweetness lingers.
Steel your heart against its lures, beware of its devotion,
Dark and plumbless are the depths of this smiling ocean,
Cold, ah! cold, their silences would break the heart within yon,
Let them woo, these gallant waves, but never let them win you.
In its song a haunting strain of siren sweetness lingers.
Steel your heart against its lures, beware of its devotion,
Dark and plumbless are the depths of this smiling ocean,
Cold, ah! cold, their silences would break the heart within yon,
Let them woo, these gallant waves, but never let them win you.
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