She ſaw her lover pale and wan:
Her lover now no more;
And threat’ning were his haggard looks:
Death’s frightful mein he wore.
She heard a voice, or thought ſhe heard,
As death-bell’s ſolemn knell,
“From coaſts of black deſpair I come,
“Where horrors ever dwell:—
“I haſte (he ſaid) unto the ſhades:
“A ſhort abrupt adieu!
“To-morrow you ſhall be with me,”—
Then vaniſh’d from her view.
She wakes— ſhe ſtarts— and thrice ſhe call’d
Aloud on Claro’s name:
Repoſe her weary eyes forſook,
Cold tremors ſeiz’d her frame.
Still in her cars, thro’ the long night,
The diſmal accents rung:
Pale was the maid when morning dawn’d
And fault’ring was her tongue.
As ſnow before the ſcorching ſun,
Her wafting ſpirits ſail’d;
Her friends aſſembling round her bed,
Her hapleſs end bewail’d.
She dies— her heart now ceaſ’d to beat,
The purple tide to flow;
They ſtretch’d her out a breathleſs corpſe,
In ſad and ſilent woe.
Ye who frequent the play and ball,
Each gay and thoughtleſs fair!
Attend to Sally’s mornful tale,
And of her fate beware!
FINIS
Printed by G Miller, Dunbar.
