On A Little Mermaid
Let love alone be of witness to thy name,
and no claim in vague impressions of poetry,
that of youth so fair thy form
in false pretense of romantic indignation;
so thinly wrapp'd in atoms of beauty,
the imagery of our common affair,
oft beguil'd by looks of a wandering star:
The sun at first upon the world did shine;
but far removed from secret divine!
I confess am still in lack of words to express
what with such revery of sublime feeling
appeals to the heart with sympathy of character;
for I find it pretty hard to read 'tween the lines,
whence every flower on a barren heath,
is scatter'd at thy feet, not in my rhyme,
except which for a great loss in the morning dew,
from out of nowhere arise in summer,
against all else in eternal truth revealed,
sweet maid, I love thee so by the sea ashore.
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