of the nymphs nocturnal
a chant
rises up:
and a posse of wave waters
goes down
and rises
the
white
of
the
waters
in
town
and the chants of the sirens
be as
the chant of the nymphs
on the rocks sit the sirens
but no
not the nymphs.
they
everywhere glide
and the sweet humming
echoes
in port
from one side to one side.
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