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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
ULLA, OR THE ADJURATION.
Yet speak to me! I have outwatch'd the stars,
And gaz'd o'er heaven in vain, in search of thee.
Speak to me! I have wander'd o'er the earth,
And never found thy likeness.—Speak to me!
This once—once more!
Manfred.
"Thou'rt gone!—Thou'rt slumbering low,
With the sounding seas above thee;
It is but a restless wo,
But a haunting dream to love thee!
Thrice the glad swan has sung,
To greet the spring-time hours,
Since thine oar at parting flung
The white spray up in showers.
