The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme The witch of Shiloh, the last of the Wampanoags, the gentle earl, the enchanted voyage |
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The Downing legends : Stories in Rhyme | ||
XII
If any maid of mortal clayShould love a bright seraphic sprite,
Should worship him for many a day,
And feel as nothing in his sight;
And then should hear him call her near
And meekly tell his angel love,
Beseeching her to hold him dear
And bide with him in realms above;
I think her happiness would be
Immense, intense as any dole;
And marvel like a billowing sea
Would almost drown her throbbing soul.
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