He watched her white dress, glimmering bright
Thro’ the dark woods: “Good night! good night!”
SYBIL AND MAIDEN.
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BY G. G. FOSTER.
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Sybil.
Why art thou sad? Why droops the willowy lid
O’er the deep fountain of that passionate eye?
He watched her white dress, glimmering bright
Thro’ the dark woods: “Good night! good night!”
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BY G. G. FOSTER.
———
Sybil.
Why art thou sad? Why droops the willowy lid
O’er the deep fountain of that passionate eye?