While innate strength shall shield thee from his hurt,
And worlds remain stone blind to what thou wert.
P.T.
THE NECK.[7]
A SWEDISH TRADITION.
(For the Mirror.)
His cheek was blanch'd, but beautiful and soft, each curling tress
Wav'd round the harp, o'er which he bent with zephyrine caress;
And as that lyrist sat all lorn, upon the silv'ry stream,