The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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But when the wanderer reached the open door,The maid recovering called on him to stay:
“Thou wondrous man, thy patience I implore,
Nor be so hasty now, to speed away.
Thou knowest not the interest I share
In this thy strange narration; for I bear
The name of her, the subject of thy lay,
And I have felt the magic of thy song,
Oh! had it lasted through the coming day,
I should have blamed thee not; nor thought the tale too long.
Little knew'st thou to whom thy tale was told,
Nor that I was the subject of thy strain;—”
Here paused she, for the wanderer's eye grew cold
As if tormented with some inward pain.
Yet was there wondrous majesty in that old man,
Though ghastlier grew his features, and more wan;
Till with a voice, deep as a funeral knell,
He bowed his head and said, “maiden I knew it well.”
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