siri, the swimmer.—miss bremer.
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And now, where none are nigh to save,
While earth grows dim behind,
I lay my cheek to the kissing wave,
And laugh with the frolicsome wind!
On the billowy swell I lean my breast,
And he fondly beareth me;
I dash the foam from his sparkling crest,
In my wild and careless glee!
While earth grows dim behind,
I lay my cheek to the kissing wave,
And laugh with the frolicsome wind!
On the billowy swell I lean my breast,
And he fondly beareth me;
I dash the foam from his sparkling crest,
In my wild and careless glee!
Then give to me the wild delight
To dash the billows through!
To bathe at once in moonbeams white,
And in the waters blue!
When, hurrying down from mountain caves,
The cooling night-wind sweeps,
O, a moonlight frolic with the waves,
A plunge through starlit deeps!
To dash the billows through!
To bathe at once in moonbeams white,
And in the waters blue!
When, hurrying down from mountain caves,
The cooling night-wind sweeps,
O, a moonlight frolic with the waves,
A plunge through starlit deeps!
