Nacoochee ; or, the beautiful star, with other Poems | ||
XX.
The mountain Oread lists awhile,To bear her voice away from guile!
The water Nymphs may lave their hair,
But Lena's form shall not be there
To lend her sweet Etrurian art
To soften Malavolti's heart!
For now her soft melodious breath
Is hushed beneath the waves of death!
And thus with guilt before—behind—
He rushed away from human kind.
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