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For sometimes when no passing breeze
The long lank sedges waved,
All white with foam and heaving high
Its deafening billows raved;
The long lank sedges waved,
All white with foam and heaving high
Its deafening billows raved;
And when the tempest from its base
The rooted pine would shake,
The powerless storm unruffling swept
Across the calm dead lake.
The rooted pine would shake,
The powerless storm unruffling swept
Across the calm dead lake.
And ever then when death drew near
The house of Arlinkow,
Its dark unfathom'd depths did send
Strange music from below.
The house of Arlinkow,
Its dark unfathom'd depths did send
Strange music from below.
The Lord of Arlinkow was old
One only child had he,
Donica was the Maiden's name
As fair as fair might be.
One only child had he,
Donica was the Maiden's name
As fair as fair might be.
