 | Forest buds, from the woods of Maine |  |
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THE SUNKEN ROCK.
She launched her boat at break of day,
And o'er the waters sailed away.
“Oh pray,” she said, “no billow dark
May whelm me and my little bark!”
And o'er the waters sailed away.
“Oh pray,” she said, “no billow dark
May whelm me and my little bark!”
“Oh may no tempest's raging wrath
Sweep wildly o'er my watery path,
No cloud the clear sky darken o'er,
Until I reach the other shore!”
Sweep wildly o'er my watery path,
No cloud the clear sky darken o'er,
Until I reach the other shore!”
The sea was smooth, the sky was fair,
And softly breathed the wafting air,
And leaning o'er the vessel's side,
The maiden watched the waves divide.
And softly breathed the wafting air,
And leaning o'er the vessel's side,
The maiden watched the waves divide.
And heard the soft contiuous note
Sung by the waters round her boat,
While flakes of foam, like lilies, lay
Whitely along the rippling way.
Sung by the waters round her boat,
While flakes of foam, like lilies, lay
Whitely along the rippling way.
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Then sung the maiden joyfully,
“There's not a cloud to dim the sky,
How pleasantly, the bright waves o'er,
I hasten to the other shore!”
“There's not a cloud to dim the sky,
How pleasantly, the bright waves o'er,
I hasten to the other shore!”
When lo! with rude and stunning shock,
The frail keel struck a sunken rock,
And though no cloud the calm sky crossed,
The maiden and the boat were lost!
The frail keel struck a sunken rock,
And though no cloud the calm sky crossed,
The maiden and the boat were lost!
And as the fated bark went down,
A voice the waters could not drown,
Said—“Fear thou not the tempest's shock,
But oh, beware the sunken rock!”
A voice the waters could not drown,
Said—“Fear thou not the tempest's shock,
But oh, beware the sunken rock!”
| Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | |