VIII.

Thou fairest fisher maiden,

Row thy boat to the land.

Come here and sit beside me,

Whispering, hand in hand.

Lay thy head on my bosom,

And have no fear of me;

For carelessly thou trustest

Daily the savage sea.

My heart is like the ocean,

With storm and ebb and flow,

And many a pearl lies hidden

Within its depths below.

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