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 Rh Between his powerful arms his lover seizing. The Niemen bears her over rock and plain. Presses the Wilia to his bosom freezing, And both are swallowed in the rolling main.

Thou too, poor girl! a stranger's voice shall lure thee, Far from thy sheltering fields and native home, Oblivion's gulfs are yawning to devour thee, But, sadder still,—for none will share thy doom.

Tis vain to warn the heart, or the swift river. The young girl loves, the Wilia onward sweeps;— Within her Niemen Wilia's lost for ever, Within her lonely tower the young girl weeps.