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SIRI, THE SWIMMER.—MISS bremer.
When evening with its breezy air
Succeeds the sultry day,
Let others wear, in crowds and glare,
The tranquil hours away;
But be it mine to seek at eve
Yon lake of heavenly blue,
To lave my weary frame, and cleave
The shining waters through!
When evening with its breezy air
Succeeds the sultry day,
Let others wear, in crowds and glare,
The tranquil hours away;
But be it mine to seek at eve
Yon lake of heavenly blue,
To lave my weary frame, and cleave
The shining waters through!
When first the fair moon's tender light
Steals up the cloudless sky,
Like plighted maiden to her knight,
Down shelving shores I fly!
My lord, constrained by kingliness,
Hastes not his love to meet,
Yet sends wave-messengers, who press
In homage round my feet.
Steals up the cloudless sky,
Like plighted maiden to her knight,
Down shelving shores I fly!
My lord, constrained by kingliness,
Hastes not his love to meet,
Yet sends wave-messengers, who press
In homage round my feet.
