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 | [Poems by Payne in] John Howard Payne ... his life and writings |  |
He struggles to rise as he hears the fond strain,
But sinks on the flood's giddy margin again;
From her wave-curtained cavern the water-nymph trips,
And fatal the goblet she holds to his lips.
Quick the thrill
Of death's chill
Has run through his marrow and curdled his blood;
His faint shriek is echoed by cavern and wood,
And wildly he plunges beneath the dark flood.
But sinks on the flood's giddy margin again;
From her wave-curtained cavern the water-nymph trips,
And fatal the goblet she holds to his lips.
Quick the thrill
Of death's chill
Has run through his marrow and curdled his blood;
His faint shriek is echoed by cavern and wood,
And wildly he plunges beneath the dark flood.
| [Poems by Payne in] John Howard Payne ... his life and writings | |