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A water-nymph lurks in the cliff's hollow side,
And a pilgrim lies faint by the wild, whirling tide;
Where, 'midst rainbow and cloud, the lone waterfall springs,
And its curtain of foam o'er the haunted cave flings.
Hark! the lay
Of the Fay!
“Come hither, come hither, poor pilgrim to me;
From sorrow and sighing thy bosom I'll free;
And thou shalt a fairy's blest paramour be!
And a pilgrim lies faint by the wild, whirling tide;
Where, 'midst rainbow and cloud, the lone waterfall springs,
And its curtain of foam o'er the haunted cave flings.
Hark! the lay
Of the Fay!
“Come hither, come hither, poor pilgrim to me;
From sorrow and sighing thy bosom I'll free;
And thou shalt a fairy's blest paramour be!
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