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...THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH THE HIGHER GOOD by THEODORE PARKER LEGEND by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER E TENEBRIS [FROM THE SHADOWS] by OSCAR WILDE THE SUPPLIANTS: PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |