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I saw one night a Nereid white Arise from her coral caves: Her sea-green curls were pale with pearls, And her limbs were veiled with the waves. Through the moonlit foam I saw her come Up the billow-haunted shore-- And faint and sweet I heard her feet, Foam-like, through the surf's long roar; While ever the wind and the rolling waves Kept time to her song of ocean caves, That she sang to her harp of mist and moon, Of moonbeam shell: this ocean tune:--