the birth of the callitriche.
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There were tears in the eyes of the lady
As she swept, with her delicate trend,
On the river-bank cool and shady,
The list she had traced in the sand.
As she swept, with her delicate trend,
On the river-bank cool and shady,
The list she had traced in the sand.
There were smiles on the lip of the maiden
As she turn'd to her knight once more,
And the heart was with joy o'eladen,
That was heavy with doubt before!
As she turn'd to her knight once more,
And the heart was with joy o'eladen,
That was heavy with doubt before!
THE BIRTH OF THE CALLITRICHE;
OR, WATER-STAR.
"Nothing in them, that doth range,
But suffer a sea-change
Into something new and strange."—Shakespeare.
But suffer a sea-change
Into something new and strange."—Shakespeare.
'Tis night—and the luminous depths of heaven
With urns of fire are lit,
Each borne in a viewless spirit's hand,
Who lightly floats with it.
With urns of fire are lit,
Each borne in a viewless spirit's hand,
Who lightly floats with it.
