Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 26

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XXVI ST. ANDREW'S
While the sun was going down,There arose a fairy town.
Not the town I saw by day,Cheerless, joyless, dull, and gray
But a far, fantastic place,Builded with ethereal grace,
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Shimmering in a tender mistThat the slanting rays had kissed
Ere they let their latest fireTouch with gold each slender spire.
There no men and women be:Mermen, maidens of the sea,
Combing out their tangled locks,Sit and sing among the rocks.
As their ruddy harps they sound,With the seaweed twisted round,
In the shining sand belowSee the city downward go!
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