John
Presland .
Till
this
creature
of
the
sea
At the
last
became
Human ,
in
her
misery,
Joy
and
pride
and
shame .
With
a word he left her
there ;
“ Woman
that
you
are ,
Mystery
attracts
us
men
Draws
us
from
afar.
Sea -nymph
as
you
were,
a
thing
Intangible , unknown ,
Like
the light
the sunbeams fling ,
Where
the
spray
is blown .
Sea -nymph
have
you
ceased
to
be,
Forfeited
the
whole
Of that moonlight
poetry
Cherished
by
man
's
soul
.
Still
we
seek
the
dim
ideal
As
the moth
the
star
,
How
for
women
can
we feel
That
our
seekings
bar
?
"
Where
the
water meets
the
sands
,
All
alone
sat
she
,
With
her
head
between
her
hands
,
Facing
from
the
sea
.
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