Sailor (Howard)
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I saw a mermaid sporting in the bay,
Far down, far down where blew no roaring gale;
About her snowy shoulders flashed the spray,
The waves played emerald at her sinewy tail;
She swam a jade and golden, star-set way,
Where all the rainbow colors seemed to play—
She vanished at the Swedish captain's hail
Who bid me go to Hell and furl a sail.