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- Overheard on a Saltmarsh
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- Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
- Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
- Give them me.
- No.
- Give them me. Give them me.
- No.
- Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
- Lie in the mud and howl for them.
- Goblin, why do you love them so?
- They are better than stars or water,
- Better than voices of winds that sing,
- Better than any man's fair daughter,
- Your green glass beads on a silver ring.
- Hush, I stole them out of the moon.
- Give me your beads, I desire them.
- No.
- I will howl in a deep lagoon
- For your green glass beads, I love them so.
- Give them me. Give them.
- No.
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- by Harold Monro
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