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Yet never did she rise out of the sea to meet him, not in any place of the sea could he find her, though he sought for her in the rivers of the sea, and in the valleys that are under the waves, in the sea that the night makes purple, and in the sea that the dawn leaves grey.

And ever did his Soul tempt him by the way, but he made it no answer, nor would he do any of the wickedness that it sought to make him to do, so great was the power of the love that was within him.
And when he reached the shore of the sea, he loosed the cord from his hands, and took seal of silence from his lips, and called to the little Mermaid. But she came not to his call, though he called to her all day long...

Thou canst not think how strange a people they are. When they are glad they go to the bird-sellers and buy of them a caged bird, and set it free as their joy may be greater, and when they are sad they scourge themselves with thorns that their sorrow may not grow less.

The world is wide, and there is Heaven also, and Hell, and that dim twilight house that lies between.

Like a targe of polished metal the round sea lay at his feet, and the shadows of the fishing boats moved in the little bay.

I know a flower that grows in the valley, none knows it but I. It has purple leaves, and a star in it’s heart, and it’s juice is as white as milk. Should’st thou touch with this flower the hard lips of the Queen, she would follow thee all over the world.

...a certain young Witch who dwelt in a cave at the head of the bay and was very cunning in her witcheries.

Once in my net I snared the daughter of a King. She is fairer than the morning star, and whiter than the moon. For her body I would give my soul, and for her love I would surrender heaven.

...before the sun was the span of a man’s hand above the hill,...