@3Winds that waft the fisher-fleet Cool the sands from burning heat! Trouble not her slender feet, Wave-worn pebbles! Crusty crabs both great and small Where the billows rise and fall, Quit her path, I charge ye all, Be not rebels! Smile above her, azure dome! Lap her softly, curling foam! White-ridged combers tumbling home Rarely laden, Rolling in from open sea Rock her high in giant glee, Bearing safely back to me My mermaiden!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MOTLEY by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MENAGERIE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY THE SWAMP FOX by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS |