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In a garden of shining sea-weed, Set round with twisted shells, Under the deeps of the ocean, The little sea princess dwells. Sometimes she sees the shadow Of a great whale passing by, Or a white-winged vessel sailing Between the sea and sky. Without the palace, her sea-horse Feeds in his crystal stall, And fishes, with scales that glisten, Come leaping forth at her call. And when the day has faded From over the lonesome deep, In a shell as smooth as satin The princess is rocked to sleep. |