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FLOATING ON THE LAKE.
There he waits my hand to take, When my wayward mood is o'er. Still I dream—float and dream; Shall I never, never wake? Creep and bubble, glide and gleam, Sink and swell, O tossing lake!
IV.Hark! the wind is on the lake; Shadows drift and veil the skies;Yonder cloud begins to break, Forth the baleful lightning flies. Still I dream—float and dream; O my foolish heart, awake! See the billows roll and gleam, Rise and dash across the lake!
V.Shoreward flying o'er the lake— Ah my friend, too long alone,Faithful still though all forsake; Well my loving shall atone! While we dream—sweetly dream Suns may shine, or storms may break; Roll and bubble, glide and gleam— Love is brighter, swelling lake!
