Lies deep upon my brain.
One of them frowns; I know him,
With his thin, long, snow-white hair,—
Cursing his wretched daughter
That drove him to despair.
And the other, with wakening pity
In her large, tear-streaming eyes,
Seems as she yearned towards me,
And whispered "Paradise."
They pass,—they melt in the ripples,