Classic Poem

My lord nodded, and Yoomy sang: —
" Full round, full soft, her dewy arms, —
Sweet shelter from all Mardi's harms! "

" Whose arms? " cried Mohi.
Sang Yoomy: —
Diving deep in the sea,
She takes sunshine along:
Down flames in the sea,
As of dolphins a throng.

" What mermaid is this? cried Mohi.
Sang Yoomy: —
Her foot, a falling sound,
That all day long might bound.
Over the beach,
The soft sand beach,
And none would find
A trace behind.