Above the water, human-faced
Below, a mermaid.
Is how I've pictured the swimmer
In you, unafraid.
This side of tree shades, human-flushed
And that, a wood-sprite.
Bold then shyer, again how I
Have so make believed
What, giving chase, is never grieved
Despite, oh, despite!
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