“The Sea-fairies Slow sail'd the weary mariners and saw, Betwixt the green brink and the running foam, Sweet faces, rounded arms, and bosoms prest To little harps of gold; and while they mused, Whispering to each other half in fear, Shrill music reach'd them on the middle sea.” PoetryPoemTennysonSea Fairies Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson