Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw,

Betwixt the green brink and the running foam,
Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest
To little harps of gold; and while they mused
Whispering to each other half in fear,
Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.

- Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Sea Fairies ~

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