 | Young Arthur |  |
And sleep o'er sad Edith her mantle cast,
But bound the benevolent fancies fast:
And Edith she stood on a towering rock,
And saw the bark which young Allan bore;
She saw it strike, and she felt the shock,
And she saw his corse on a friendless shore;
And she stretch'd her arms, and a spring she gave,
To bury her grief in the ruthless wave;
She gave a spring to embrace the billow—
Sleep fled, and her arms entwin'd the pillow.
But bound the benevolent fancies fast:
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And saw the bark which young Allan bore;
She saw it strike, and she felt the shock,
And she saw his corse on a friendless shore;
And she stretch'd her arms, and a spring she gave,
To bury her grief in the ruthless wave;
She gave a spring to embrace the billow—
Sleep fled, and her arms entwin'd the pillow.
| Young Arthur | |