Spume

Give me a foam-wreath for my brow,
And let me be a merman bold,
Hurled afar on the careless spray,
Blown on old Neptune's breath away,
To the isles of palm and gold.

And, on the rolling dolphin's back,
Let me over the breakers ride,
O'er the waving daisy-fields of foam,
Let me live, let me sing, and forever roam,
And laugh with a Sea God's pride.
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