Book VII

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“And, waking, I beheld her there

Sea-dreaming in the moted air,

A siren lithe and debonair,

With wristlets woven of scarlet weeds,

And oblong lucent amber beads

Of sea-kelp shining in her hair.”

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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