Again, up welled the buoyant voice, poised and floated exquisitely, mounted and shrilled frantically sweet, caught up the failing senses from the death sweats, and launched them on a magic flood of emotion, through racing sprays, and winds vivid and strong of the brine. Gone, ah! gone; for a wailing cry came, and then thwart silence suddenly, and flung him back to the dominion of black anguish. And again and again, high-noted, above the tramp of the nearing tide, that perfect voice flew to delicious melody; and promise of words strengthened the enchantment; and yet, and yet, a cry and a silence stabbed and bled the spell she would fashion. Perfect achievement came. Up rose a measure transcending in rapture all forgone, and flawless, unfaltering, consummate, leaped on and on, rhythm by rhythm, clear-syllabled for conquest. 'Where silver shallows hold back the sea, Under the bend of the great land's knee, And the gleaming gulls go nestled and free. Where the tide runs down in the round of the bay, There in the rings where the mermen play, On ribs and shallows their footprints lay. In liquid speech they laughed and sung, Under the rocks, till the rout outswung, Called from the echoing cave its tongue. They were away with the glimmering seas: Off with the twilight, off with the breeze, Wave-weeds fell from their glancing knees; Robes laid by, which the hollowed spars Held and hid, while the wet sand-bars Failed of the sunlight and filled with stars. Sea-mists rose for a dream, but when Mists wore faint in the sunlight, then Lo, the sea with its dancing men. Spume and swirl spun under their feet; Sparkle and flash, for the runners were fleet; Over them climbed the day to its heat. And the day drew a draught of the tide-winds strong, As a singer the breath to be rendered song, As a child the life that will last so long.' Christian had fallen prone. While she sang, so potent was the magic, he lusted to live. Sentient only to the desires she kindled, out of account lay the dead heart, and the broken strength, and the body so shattered within and without, that wonder was it yet could hold a man's life. Pain was excluded by a great sensual joy of living. Her song manned the mirage of her delight, and straightway he was passionate for life. Never before had she acknowledged the sea-fellowship to occasion the ravenous ache of jealousy. She sang of the mermen, and they rose before him visionary at the spell, with vigorous hair and frolic eyes, very men, lithe and sinewy for the chase and capture of their feminine fairest in amorous play. Life was one fire burning for the hot war of nature's males, as through the riot, whirling with the song, he eyed challenge and promise of a splendid wrestle with strong, hard limbs; and the liquid, exquisite voice was a call to him to speed in and win, nor suffer the wanton sea-brood to prevail. It was then that his body fell, face forward, never to rise again.