All thoughts of the world and its hum?
And his smile above fame ever choose?
He will come! he will come! he will come!”
Her song is done!
Footsteps approach.—She starts! the door is oped.
It must be—’tis her lover!—But enough.
SODUS BAY.
Calm in thy pure and summer beauty yet,
As when of old my childhood’s glances met
This bright expanse, fair bay! I see thee still—