THE HAUNTED LAKE.
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The spirit race that floated round
Were not more pure, more stainless found;
Her utmost loveliness and grace
Were sole signs of her human race;
Happy, thus freed from earthly thrall,
She skims the lake, fairest of all.
Scarlet robe broider'd with gold;
A turban's snowy, but gem-set fold,
And its heron plume fasten'd by diamond clasp;
Rubies red on his dagger-hasp;
Eyes dark as a midnight dream,
Yet flashing wild with starry beam:
Swarthy cheek untouch'd by red,
Told far had Clemenza’s summons sped:
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