poems.
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THE WATCHER BY THE SEA.
The mellow sun was shedding
His rays o'er ocean wild,
And clouds of gold and purple
Called to the breezes mild.
His rays o'er ocean wild,
And clouds of gold and purple
Called to the breezes mild.
Down by the trees in the valley
Sounded a footstep light;
And a song was floating sadly
From lips all pale and white.
Sounded a footstep light;
And a song was floating sadly
From lips all pale and white.
Down by the waving willows.
Glided a gentle girl;
Her eyes were beaming wildly
From under her dark brown curl.
Glided a gentle girl;
Her eyes were beaming wildly
From under her dark brown curl.
She stole to the deep dark inlet,
And bent, with folded lands,
Where the great white waves were beating
Upon the shining sands.
And bent, with folded lands,
Where the great white waves were beating
Upon the shining sands.
