ROSALIE.
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And there are many, who, with witching song
And wild guitar's soul-thrilling melody,
Or the lute's melting music, float along
O'er the blue waters, still and silently.
That night had Naples sent her best display
Of young and gallant, beautiful and gay.
There was a bark a little way apart
From all the rest, and there two lovers leant:—
One with a blushing cheek and beating heart,
And bashful glance, upon the sea-wave bent;
She might not meet the gaze the other sent
Upon her beauty;—but the half-breathed sighs,}
The deepening colour, timid smiling eyes,}
Told that she listened Love's sweet flatteries.}
Then they were silent:—words are little aid
To Love, whose deepest vows are ever made
