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Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Mermaid- 1830

The Mermaid-
Published in 1830

Who would be
a mermaid fair,
Singing along
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 by hair,
and still as I comb'd I would  sing and say, 

"Who is it love me? who loves not me?
I would comb my hair till my ringlets would fall, 
Low, adown low adown,
from under my starry sea - bud crown
And I should look like a fountain of gold
spring alone.
with a shrill inner sound. 
Over the throne,
In the midst of the hall,
Till that great sea - snake under the sea
from his coiled sleeps in the central deeps
would slowly trail himself sevenfold
Round the hall where I sate, and look at 
the gate. 
With his large calm eyes for love of me
and all the Mermen under the sea,
would feel their immortality. 
Die in their hearts for the love of me.

But at night I would wander away, away 
I would fling on each side my low - flowing, locks,
and lighting vaults from the throne and play.
with the mermen in and out of the rocks, 
we would run to and fro  and hide and seek, 
On the broad sea-worlds in the crimson shells,
whose silvery spikes are highest the sea, 
but if any came near I would 
Call and shriek and adown the 
steep like a wave I would, leap from
the diamon - ledges that would sparkle from the swells, 
For I would not be kiss'd by all  who would list 
Of the bold merry mermen under the sea,
They would she me and woo me and flater me
In the purple twilight under the sea

But the King of them all would carry me
woo me and win me and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea
Then all the day pied things that be,
In the hueless mosses under the sea.
would curl round my silver feet silently,
all looking up for the love of me.
and if I should carol aloud from aloft 
all things that are forked and horned and soft. 
would lean from the hollow sphere of the sea.
All looking down for the love of me...

This is a video
 shows that Mermaids are Real.. 
The poem that was written for the love of the Mermaids
are Real. I wanted to show a different kinda 
video. One that really shows ...

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