BLOOMS OF THE BERRY



THE NIXES' SONG.



  V AGUE, vague 'neath darkling waves,
      With emerald-curving caves
        For the arched skies,
      Red-walled with dark dull gold
      The Nixes' city old
        Deep-glimmering lies.
And thro' the long green nights the spangling spars
      Twinkle like milky stars.

      Where the wind-ripple plays
      On tufts of dipping sprays
        Sparkling we rock;
      With blooming fingers bare
      Comb down our golden hair
        In many a lock;
While, poured o'er naked ease of cool, moist limbs,
      An amber glamour swims.

      Or in the middle night
      When cold damp fire-flies light
        Pale flitting brands
      Down all the woodland aisles,
      With swift mysterious smiles
        Link we white hands,
And where the moonlight haunts the drowsy lake
      Bask in its silver wake.



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