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THE PIMPERNEL.
Waking, she dreams a golden dream,
Remembering with what still delight,
To watch the sunset's fading gleam,
Here by the waves they stood last night.
Remembering with what still delight,
To watch the sunset's fading gleam,
Here by the waves they stood last night.
She leans on that encircling arm,
Divinely strong with power to draw
Her nature, as the moon doth charm
The swaying sea with heavenly law.
Divinely strong with power to draw
Her nature, as the moon doth charm
The swaying sea with heavenly law.
All lost in bliss the moments glide,
She feels his whisper, his caress;
The murmur of the mustering tide
Brings her no presage of distress.
She feels his whisper, his caress;
The murmur of the mustering tide
Brings her no presage of distress.
What breaks her dream? She lifts her eyes,
Reluctant to destroy the spell;
The color from her bright cheek dies,—
Close folded is the pimpernel.
Reluctant to destroy the spell;
The color from her bright cheek dies,—
Close folded is the pimpernel.
With rapid glance she scans the sky;
Rises a sudden wind, and grows,
And charged with storm the cloud heaps lie;
Well may the scarlet blossoms close!
Rises a sudden wind, and grows,
And charged with storm the cloud heaps lie;
Well may the scarlet blossoms close!
