My lord nodded, and Yoomy sang: -- "Full round, full soft, her dewy arms, -- Sweet shelter from all Mardi's harms!" "Whose arms?" cried Mohi. Sang Yoomy: -- Diving deep in the sea, She takes sunshine along: Down flames in the sea, As of dolphins a throng. "What mermaid is this? cried Mohi. Sang Yoomy: -- Her foot, a falling sound, That all day long might bound. Over the beach, The soft sand beach, And none would find A trace behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 4. THE MARKET-GIRL by THOMAS HARDY SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR BEAUTIFUL SNOW by JOHN WHITAKER WATSON AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS |