A youth upon the cliff is seen; The deep dark water moans between. Yet nought thine azure eyes avail, Gleams weirdly forth the fish's tail." She sang a wondrous witching strain; Then plunged into the deadly main. [39] [39] THE STRANGE CHOICE. THE STRANGE CHOICE. How The landscape colourless and cold, Are gorgeous in the sunset gold! [40] Who flouts the noble, wise, and true, The basest of her courting crew. THE PUDDLE. THE PUDDLE. This Spurts gold and azure at the morning sun,
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