@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...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WAVING OF THE CORN by SIDNEY LANIER ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR IMOGINE by MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES |