Continuation of R. Garnett's Nix
She mark'd where I and Fabian met;
She loves his face, she knows the spot;
And there she waits with locks unwet
For Fabian that suspects her not.
I see her riving fingers tear
A branch of walnut-leaves, and that
More sweetly shades her stolen hair
Than fan or hood or strawy plait.
He sees her, O but he must miss
A something in her face of guile,
*And relish not her loveless kiss
And wonder at her shallow smile.*[or And half mislike her loveless kiss.]
Ah no! and she who sits beside
Bids him this way his gazes fix.
*Then she seems sweet who seems his bride,
She sour who seems the slighted Nix.*[or Then sweetest seems the seeming bride When maddest looks the slighted Nix.]
I know of the bored and bitten rocks
Not so far outward in the sea:
There lives the witch shall win my locks
And my blue eyes again for me.
Alas! but I am all at fault,
Nor locks nor eyes shall win again.
I dare not taste the thickening salt,
I cannot meet the swallowing main.
Or if I go, she stays meanwhile,
Who means to wed or means to kill,
And speeds uncheck'd her murderous guile
Or wholly winds him to her will.
She loves his face, she knows the spot;
And there she waits with locks unwet
For Fabian that suspects her not.
I see her riving fingers tear
A branch of walnut-leaves, and that
More sweetly shades her stolen hair
Than fan or hood or strawy plait.
He sees her, O but he must miss
A something in her face of guile,
*And relish not her loveless kiss
And wonder at her shallow smile.*[or And half mislike her loveless kiss.]
Ah no! and she who sits beside
Bids him this way his gazes fix.
*Then she seems sweet who seems his bride,
She sour who seems the slighted Nix.*[or Then sweetest seems the seeming bride When maddest looks the slighted Nix.]
I know of the bored and bitten rocks
Not so far outward in the sea:
There lives the witch shall win my locks
And my blue eyes again for me.
Alas! but I am all at fault,
Nor locks nor eyes shall win again.
I dare not taste the thickening salt,
I cannot meet the swallowing main.
Or if I go, she stays meanwhile,
Who means to wed or means to kill,
And speeds uncheck'd her murderous guile
Or wholly winds him to her will.
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