By George Sterling

I was a sea-god's daughter,
    Born where the dolphin run.
I stared from crimson coral
    Up to a moonlike sun.

I was a dryad's daughter.
    Singing an elfin rune,
I gazed, beside my birth-tree,

Up to a star-led moon.
    I was a witch's daughter,
With eyes like agate-spar.
    I watched, before her grotto,
The silver-wanded star.

I am a cobbler's daughter,
    Tired ere my toil is done.
I looked through broken windows
    On star and moon and sun.

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