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And long, for thee, the fruitless tear

Shall weep the Maid of Colonsay!

But downwards, like a powerless corse;

The eddying waves the Chieftain bear;

He only heard the moaning hoarse

Of waters, murmuring in his ear.

The murmurs sink, by slow degrees;

No more the surges round him rave;

Lulled by the music of the seas,

He lies within a coral cave.

In dreamy mood reclines he long,

Nor dares his tranced eyes unclose,

Till, warbling wild, the Sea-maid’s song,

Far in the crystal cavern, rose;

“This yellow sand, this sparry cave,

Shall bend thy soul to beauty’s sway;

Canst thou the maiden of the wave

Compare to her of Colonsay?”

Roused by that voice, of silver sound,

From the paved floor he lightly sprung,

And, glancing wild his eyes around,

Where the fair Nymph her tresses wrung,

No form he saw of mortal mould;

It shone like ocean’s snowy foam;

Her ringlets waved in living gold,

Her mirror crystal, pearl her comb.

Her pearly comb the Siren took,

And careless bound her tresses wild;

Still o’er the mirror stole her look,