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The echo, the fountain's melody,— These, oh! these are the spells for me!

Hail to the summer night of June; See! yonder has risen our ladye moon.

My palace is in the coral cave Set with spars by the ocean wave; Would ye have gems, then seek them there,— There found I the pearls that bind my hair. I and the wind together can roam Over the green waves and their white foam,— See, I have got this silver shell, Mark how my breath will its smallness swell,