BOOK SEVENTH“And, waking, I beheld her thereSea-dreaming in the moted air,A siren lithe and debonair,With wristlets woven of scarlet weeds,And oblong lucent amber beadsOf sea-kelp shining in her hair.”THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.
“And, waking, I beheld her thereSea-dreaming in the moted air,A siren lithe and debonair,With wristlets woven of scarlet weeds,And oblong lucent amber beadsOf sea-kelp shining in her hair.”THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.