Chapter 52
The Charming Yoomy Sings The morrow came; and three abreast, with snorting prows, we raced along; our mat-sails panting to the breeze. All present partook of the life of the air; and unanimously Yoomy was called upon for a song. The canoes were passing a long, white reef, sparkling with shells, like a jeweler's case: and thus Yoomy sang in the same old strain as of yore; beginning aloud, where he had left off in his soul:-- Her sweet, sweet mouth! The peach-pearl shell:-- Red edged its lips, That softly swell, Just oped to speak, With blushing cheek, That fisherman With lonely spear On the reef ken, And lift to ear Its voice to hear,-- Soft sighing South! Like this, like this,-- The rosy kiss!-- That maiden's mouth. A shell! a shell! A vocal shell! Song-dreaming, I
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