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- # CHAPTER LII. The Charming Yoomy Sings
## Overview
This is a chapter from the novel [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJ8ZNB03D0FWFP362WQEN) by Herman Melville. It is extracted from the file [mardi_vol2.txt](arke:01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9) and is part of the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. The chapter appears between [CHAPTER LI. In Which Azzageddi Seems To Use Babbalanja For A Mouth-Piece](arke:01KG8AJTNYJAJVPY249XHCDNG8) and [CHAPTER LIII. They Draw Nigh Unto Land](arke:01KG8AJTNSMTWKX1YVY3BYCJQD).
## Context
The chapter is part of a larger effort to extract and structure the complete works of Herman Melville. The source text file, [mardi_vol2.txt](arke:01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9), was processed using a structure extraction lambda function to identify chapters and other structural elements within the novel [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJ8ZNB03D0FWFP362WQEN).
## Contents
This chapter features the character Yoomy singing a song. The chapter text includes the lyrics of Yoomy's song, which describes a maiden's mouth and bosom using imagery of shells and flowers. Old Mohi interrupts Yoomy's song, deeming it disordered, preventing Yoomy from singing the "glorious sequel".
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- CHAPTER LII.
The Charming Yoomy Sings
The morrow came; and three abreast, with snorting prows, we raced
along; our mat-sails panting to the breeze. All present partook of the
life of the air; and unanimously Yoomy was called upon for a song. The
canoes were passing a long, white reef, sparkling with shells, like a
jeweler’s case: and thus Yoomy sang in the same old strain as of yore;
beginning aloud, where he had left off in his soul:—
Her sweet, sweet mouth!
The peach-pearl shell:—
Red edged its lips,
That softly swell,
Just oped to speak,
With blushing cheek,
That fisherman
With lonely spear
On the reef ken,
And lift to ear
Its voice to hear,—
Soft sighing South!
Like this, like this,—
The rosy kiss!—
That maiden’s mouth.
A shell! a shell!
A vocal shell!
Song-dreaming,
In its inmost dell!
Her bosom! Two buds half blown, they tell;
A little valley between perfuming;
That roves away,
Deserting the day,—
The day of her eyes illuming;—
That roves away, o’er slope and fell,
Till a soft, soft meadow becomes the dell.
Thus far, old Mohi had been wriggling about in his seat, twitching his
beard, and at every couplet looking up expectantly, as if he desired
the company to think, that he was counting upon that line as the last;
But now, starting to his feet, he exclaimed, “Hold, minstrel! thy
muse’s drapery is becoming disordered: no more!”
“Then no more it shall be,” said Yoomy, “But you have lost a glorious
sequel.”
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