The view is magnificent: the bay a perfect arc containing a tank of aquamarine water fringed with a frothy lace skirt, gently lapping backwards and forwards. On this gently rocking sea a boat the colour of cobalt is being dragged ashore by three men, three young men with old faces leathered by the punishing sun. Crayfish. Not today for us. We have a weekend buying permit and today is Tuesday.The Forsaken Merman BY MATTHEW ARNOLD   Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away! This way, this way!   Call her once before you go— Call once yet! In a voice that she will know: "Margaret! Margaret!" Children's voices should be dear (Call once more) to a mother's ear;   Children's voices, wild with pain— Surely she will come again! Call her once and come away; This way, this way! "M...

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