. The culprit fay . He turns, and lo! on either side The ripples on his path divide; And the track oer which his boat must passIs smooth as a sheet of polished glass* Around, their limbs the sea-nymphslave,With snowy arms half swelling out,While on the glossed and gleamy waveTheir sea-green ringlets loosely float;They swim around with smile andsong,They press the bark with pearlyhand,And gently urge her course along, Toward the beach of speckled sand;And, as he lightly leaped to land, They bade adieu with nod and bow,Then gayly kissed each little hand,And dropped in the crystal deepbelow*.

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