Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!”
In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground;
And the desert revealed where his lady was found;
From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne,—
Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn!
Thomas Campbell
THE BEGGAR-MAID
Her arms across her breast she laid;
She was more fair than words can say;