Part 9 — IN WHICH THE RIVER FINDS THE SEA
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Like a white snake upon the sands She's writhing in the crispy foam, She holds her soul in her open hands, And now she staggers and now she stands, And now she runs to her husband's home! O I have seen a wife at rest, That croons the babe upon her knee, She lies upon her goodman's breast As gentle as a bird at nest, The mermaid's saved her soul from Sea!
Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden.