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18z THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Down, down went the maid,—still the chieftain pursued ; Who flies must be followed ere she can be wooed. Untempted by treasures, una wed by alarms, The maiden at length he has clasped in his arms !
They rose from the deep by a smooth-spreading
strand, Whence beauty and verdure stretched over the land. 'Twas an isle of enchantment! and lightly the breeze, With a musical murmur, just crept through the trees.
The haze-woven shroud of that newly-born isle Softly faded away from.a magical pile, A palace of crystal, whose bright-beaming sheen Had the tints of the rainbow—red, yellow, and green.
And grottoes, fantastic in hue and in form,
Were there, as flung up—the wild sport of the storm;
Yet all was so cloudless, so lovely, and calm,
It seemed but a region of sunshine and balm.
" Here, here shall we dwell in a dream of delight, Where the glories of earth and of ocean unite ! Yet, loved son of earth ! I must from thee away; There are laws which e'en spirits are bound to obey!
" Once more must I visit the chief of my race, His sanction to gain ere I meet thy embrace. In a moment I dive to the chambers beneath: One cause can detain me—one only—'tis death ! " |
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