Arrival of the Neiredes

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Now comes a sound one would wish to appear
a sound of laughter, of youthful frolic,
a sound assured to seduce and endear:
a Bacchic rout, a maidenly rollick.

Riding on swordfish, leaping with dolphin,
seashell necklaced and seaweed ankleted,
amethyst-eyed and emerald of tailfin,
youthful and lovely and vitally pert.

Answering summons with fervent relish,
Triton-escorted, naively unclothed,
chorusing mirth and giggling girlish,
seal-wet and supple, no need to be robed.

These Neiredes have been chosen wisely;
powerful, blithe and naturally kindly.

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