LAËL AND LAURA.
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And soon amid the wavelets' gleaming light
His fragile craft was seen—then lost to sight;
And in the air a mournful strain was heard,
Like the low wailing of some plaintive bird,
Still farther—and still farther—till the lay
In the far distance moaning died away.
His fragile craft was seen—then lost to sight;
And in the air a mournful strain was heard,
Like the low wailing of some plaintive bird,
Still farther—and still farther—till the lay
In the far distance moaning died away.
