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Vain is thy radiant garlies hue,
No hand to press, no eye to view;
What are thy charms, no heart desiring;
What profits beauty, none admiring?
Come, Yarrow maid, with Yarrow rose,
Thy maiden graces all disclose;
Come, blest by all, to all a blessing,
The charm of beauty is possessing.
ROBIN AND ANNA.
She listens;—"'Tis the wind," she cries;
The moon, that rose so full and bright,
Is now o'ercast: she looks, she sighs,
She fears 'twill be a stormy night.
Not long was Anna wed. Her mate,
A fisherman, was out at sea,
The night is dark, the hour is late,
The wind is high—and where is he?
"Oh! who would love, Oh! who would wed
A wandering fisherman, to be
A wretched, lonely wife, and dread
Each breath that blows, when he's at sea!"
Not long was Anna wed. One pledge
Of tender love her bosom bore;
The storm comes down! the billows rage,
Its father is not yet on shore.
