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ving plants as much As life is copied in the form of death: These lacking but the perfume, and that, breath. And now the wreath was all completed, save The mermaid blossom of all flowerdom, A water-lily, dripping from the wave. And 'twas in search of it that we had come Down to the lake, and wandered on the beach, To see if any lilies grew in reach. Some broken stalks, where flowers late had been; Some buds, with all their beauties folded in, We found, but not the treasure that we sought And then we turned our footsteps to the spot Where, all impatient of its chain, my boat, "The Swan," rocked, asking to be set afloat It was a dainty row-boat--strong, yet light; Each side a swan was painted snowy white: A present from my uncle, just before He sailed, with Death, to that mysterious strand, Where freighted ships go sailing evermore, But none return to tell us of the land. I freed the "Swan," and slowly rowed about, Wherever sea-weeds, grass, or green leaves lifted Their tips above the water. So we drifted, While Helen, opposite, leaned idly out And watched for lilies in the waves below, And softly crooned some sweet and dreamy air, That soothed me like a mother's lullabies. I dropped the oars, and closed my sun-kissed eyes, And let the boat go drifting here and there. Oh, happy day! the last of that brief time Of thoughtless youth, when all the world seems bright, Ere that disguised angel men call Woe Leads the sad heart through valleys dark as night, Up to the heights exalted and sublime. On each blest, happy moment, I am fain To linger long, ere I pass on to pain And sorrow that succeeded. From day-dreams, As golden as the summer noontide's beams, I was awakened by a voice that cried: "Strange ship, ahoy! Fair frigate, whither bound?" And, starting up, I cast my gaze around, And saw a sail-boat o'er the water glide Close to the "Swan," like some live thing of grace; And from it looked the glowing, handsome face Of Vivian. "Beauteous sirens of the sea, Come sail across the raging main with me!" He laughed; and leaning, drew our drifting boat Beside his own. "There, now! step in!" he said, "I'll land you anywhere you want to go-- My boat is safer far than yours, I know: And much more pleasant with its sails all spread. The Swan? We'll take the oars, and let it float Ashore at leisure. You, Maurine, sit there-- Miss Helen here. Ye gods and little
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