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POEMS.
She said, 'the slippers thou hast found, for thou,When shod with them, shalt be like one of us,With power to walk at will the ocean floor,Among its monstrous creatures unafraid,And feel no longing for the air of heavenTo fill thy lungs, and send the warm, red bloodAlong thy veins. But thou shalt pass the hoursIn dances with the sea-nymphs, or go forth,To look into the mysteries of the abyssWhere never plummet reached. And thou shalt sleepThy weariness away on downy banksOf sea-moss, where the pulses of the tideShall gently lift thy hair, or thou shalt floatOn the soft currents that go forth and windFrom isle to isle, and wander through the sea.' "So spake my fellow-voyager, her wordsSounding like wavelets on a summer shore,And then we stopped beside a hanging rockWith a smooth beach of white sands at its foot,
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