 | Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell |  |
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THEKLA'S SONG.
The oak-wood crashes, the clouds drift o'er,The lone maiden strays by the green sea-shore;
The billow is broken with might, with might,
And she sings out into the wild dark night,
While with weeping is dimmed her sad eye;
“The heart it is dead and the world is vain,
It gives nothing more to the wish again.
O Holy One, call back Thy child unto Thee;
I have known all the bliss earth can offer to me,
I have lived and have loved,—let me die!”
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