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FRAGMENT OF THE DAEMON LOVER. 303
" O hold your tongue, my dear," he said, " And let all your weeping abee, For I'll soon show to you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy."
They had not sailed a mile awa', aa
Never a mile but two, Until she espied his cloven foot,
From his gay robes sticking thro*.
They had not sailed a mile awa',
Never a mile but three, s>
When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks,
And raging grew the sea.
They had not sailed a mile awa',
Never a mile but four, When the little wee ship ran round about, an
And never was seen more! |
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