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'T

WAS when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclined:

Wide o'er the foaming billows
She cast a wishful look,
Her head was crown'd with willows
That trembled o'er the brook.

"Twelve months are gone and over
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,

Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease, thou cruel ocean,

And let a lover rest:
Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?

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"The merchant robb'd of treasure Views tempests in despair; But what's the loss of treasure

To the losing of my dear? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow, You'll find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.

"How can they say that Nature

Has nothing made in vain ? Why then beneath the water

Do hideous rocks remain ? No eyes those rocks discover,

That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover And leave the maid to weep.”

All melancholy lying

Thus wail'd she for her dear,
Repaid each blast with sighing,
Each billow with a tear;
When o'er the white waves stooping,
His floating corpse she 'spied;
Then like a lily drooping

She bow'd her head and died.

GAY.

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