Poem 26 (Shimmering in a tender mist…)

Shimmering in a tender mist That the slanting rays had kissed

Ere they let their latest fire Touch 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 below See the city downward go!