 | Redwald |  |
“She comes, no doubt—she hears thy voice,
“Oh, Mable, haste—with me rejoice;
“My child, thy brother waits thee here!”
But still was kept the silence drear,
No answer met their list'ning ear.
“Oh, Mable, haste—with me rejoice;
“My child, thy brother waits thee here!”
But still was kept the silence drear,
No answer met their list'ning ear.
| Redwald | |