THE RING.
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No: haggard eye and forehead pale
Tell sadly of a different tale;
And some said, not his wealth nor power
Could bribe them share his midnight hour.
'T is morn, and shout and trumpet's call
Proclaim that it is festival;
The doge Vivaldi weds to-day
The bride that owns his city's sway;
Banner and barge float o'er that bride,
The peerless Adriatic tide.
The galleys paused,—the ring he took.
Why starts the Doge with such wild look?
He bends again, his heart-streams creep;
A pale hand beckons from the deep;
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