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XVI.
He rose. “Behold that form,” said he,
“Beneath yon weeping willow tree!”
“Beneath yon weeping willow tree!”
And raised the window—moved each blind—
And when he heard it gently screak,
He thought, in his distracted mind,
He heard his dying Lena's shriek!
But, with his most determined art,
He only heard his beating heart.
And when he heard it gently screak,
He thought, in his distracted mind,
He heard his dying Lena's shriek!
But, with his most determined art,
He only heard his beating heart.
Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||