The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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XXIII.
“My harp returned to me again,But its burthen was not there;
And many an art I tried in vain
To find that maiden fair;
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And drew her tender soul away;
I questioned it,—it answered well
And told me where her body lay.
And then her spirit fled again,
A life inspiring beam,
And joined the body, free from pain;—
She thought it was a dream.
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