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1858–1941

AFTER HEINE

Rennell Rodd

Beautiful fisherman's daughter, Steer in your bark to the land! Come down to me over the water And talk to me hand in hand!

Lay here on my heart those tresses, For look, what have you to fear Who are bold with the sea's caresses Every day in the year?

My heart is at one with the deep In its storm, in its ebb and flow, And ah! There are pearls asleep In cavernous depths below.

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