Poems by George Pope Morris
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He kindled above!
His gem-girdled shallop Will cut the bright spray, Or skim, like a bird, O'er the waters away! Then look from thy lattice, love-- Listen to me, While the moon lights the sky, And the breeze curls the sea! She Loved Him. She loved him--but she heeded not-- Her heart had only room for pride: All other feelings were forgot, When she became another's bride. As from a dream she then awoke, To realize her lonely state, And own it was the vow she broke That made her drear and desolate! She loved him--but the sland'rer came, With words of hate that all believed; |
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