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PARTING OF DECOURCY AND WILHELMINE.
Around yon hawthorn in the vale,
White garments float like evening mist:
'Tis Wilhelmine; and cold and pale,
A simple marble stone she kissed.
White garments float like evening mist:
'Tis Wilhelmine; and cold and pale,
A simple marble stone she kissed.
She knelt her by a lowly tomb,
And wreathed its urn anew with flowers;
She taught the white rose there to bloom,
And watered it with sorrow's showers.
And wreathed its urn anew with flowers;
She taught the white rose there to bloom,
And watered it with sorrow's showers.
Like raven's wing, her glossy hair
In ringlets floated on the gale,
Or hung upon a brow as fair
As snow-curl crested in the vale.
In ringlets floated on the gale,
Or hung upon a brow as fair
As snow-curl crested in the vale.
And her dark eye, which rolls so wild,
Once brightly sparkled with hope's light,
For Wilhelmine was pleasure's child,
When fortune's smiles shone sweetly bright.
Once brightly sparkled with hope's light,
For Wilhelmine was pleasure's child,
When fortune's smiles shone sweetly bright.
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Decourcy loved—the morn was clear,
And fancy promised bliss;
For now the happy hour was near,
Which made the maiden his.
And fancy promised bliss;
For now the happy hour was near,
Which made the maiden his.
And Wilhelmine sat smiling sweet
Beneath the spreading tree;
Her nimble foot was quick to meet,
Her glancing eye to see.
Beneath the spreading tree;
Her nimble foot was quick to meet,
Her glancing eye to see.
