Riddle 58

My first, a graceful shape, a lady fair,
Walking the earth, suspended in the air;
Shrill-voiced and brazen-tongued, low-toned and sweet,
Shining and dull, discordant and discreet.

The jolly fisherman, his day’s work o’er,
Walks with his string of fish along the shore;
Knowing they ’ll make a bountiful repast,
He proudly takes them homeward to my last.

Once in my whole a lovely maiden swung,
And ever since we ’ve heard her praises sung.