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DISAPPOINTMENT.
Joy! joy! my lover's bark returns,
I know her by her bearing brave:
How gallantly the foam she spurns,
And bounds in triumph o'er the wave!
I know her by her bearing brave:
How gallantly the foam she spurns,
And bounds in triumph o'er the wave!
Why dost thou veil the glorious sight,
In lurid rain, thou summer cloud?
See! see! the lightning flashes bright!
Hark! to the thunder long and loud!
In lurid rain, thou summer cloud?
See! see! the lightning flashes bright!
Hark! to the thunder long and loud!
The storm is past—the skies are fair,
But where's the bark?—there was but one:—
Ha! she is yonder, shatter'd—bare,—
She reels—she—sinks—O Heaven! she's gone!
But where's the bark?—there was but one:—
Ha! she is yonder, shatter'd—bare,—
She reels—she—sinks—O Heaven! she's gone!
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