Margarita's Soul: The Romantic Recollections of a Man of Fifty Chapter 27

And is it I that must sit and spin?
And is it I that my hair must bind?
I hear but the great seas rolling in,
I see but the great gulls sail the wind.
Who sang the grey monk out o' the cell?
Who but my mother that rode the sea!
She stole a son o' the church to hell,
And out of hell shall the church steal me?

Sir Hugh and the Mermaiden.

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