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And when the tempest from its base
The rooted pine would shake, The powerless storm unrufiling swept . Across the calm dead lake.
And ever then when death drew near
The house of Arlinkow,
Strange music from below.
The Lord of Arlinkow was old,
One only child had he, Donica was the Maiden's name,
As fair as fair might be.
A bloom as bright as opening morn
Flush'd o'er her clear white cheek ; The music of her voice was mild, Her full dark eyes were meek.
Far was her beauty known, for none
So fair could Finland boast ;
Young EBERHARD loved her most.
Together did they hope to tread
The pleasant path of life,
Donica Eberhard's wife. o
The eve was fair and mild the air,
Along the lake they stray ; The eastern hill reflected bright
The tints of fading day.
And brightly o'er the water stream'd
The liquid radiance wide ; Donica's little dog ran on
Youth, health, and love bloom'd on her cheek,
Her full dark eyes express In many a glance to Eberhard
Her soul's' meek tenderness.
Nor sound was heard, nor passing gale
Sigh'd through the long lank sedge; The air was hush’d, no lýttle wave i
Dimpled the water's edge.
Sudden the unfathom'd lake sent forth
Its music from beneath,
The solemn sounds of death.
As those deep sounds of death arose,
Donica's cheek grew pale, And in the arms of Eberhard
The lifeless Maiden fell.
Loudly the Youth in terror shriek’d,
And loud he call’d for aid, And with a wild and eager look
Gazed on the lifeless Maid.
But soon again did better thoughts
In Eberhard arise,
The Maiden raise her eyes.
And on his arm reclined she moved
With feeble pace and slow, And soon with strength recover'd reach'd
The towers of Arlinkow.
Yet never to Donica's cheek
Return'd the lively hue ; Her cheeks were deathy white and wan,
Her ayes so bright and black of yore :
Were now more black and bright, And beam'd strange lustre in her face
So deadly wan and white.
The dog that gamboll’d by her side,
And loved with her to stray, Now at his alter'd mistress howl'd,
And fed in fear away.
Yet did the faithful Eberhard
Not love the Maid the less ;
With deeper tenderness.
And when he found her health unharm'd
He would not brook delay,
To fix the bridal day.