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Sweet thy strains, thou minstrel daughter,
Touch again thy ocean shell,
From thy cottage by the water,
In the green and shadowy dell.


I have listened all enchanted,
Held within thy magic spell;
What a boon has Nature granted
In thy sweet and simple shell.


Gentle maiden, unassuming,
On thy fortunes how I dwell,
Since I saw thee sweetly blooming
In thy quiet ocean dell--


With each pale mysterious feature,
With thy eyes that pleasure tell:
Take my heart, thou fairy creature,
Minstrel of the ocean shell.