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 "Yet stay till fate has fix'd my early doom, "And strow with leaves a hapless damsel's tomb. "Some grot or grassy bank, shall be my bier, "My maiden herse unwater'd with a tear."


 * Thus while she mourns, o'erwhem'd in deep despair,

She rends her silken robes, and golden hair: Her fatal ring, the cause of all her woes, On a hard rock with maddening rage she throws; The gem, rebounding from the stone, displays Its verdant hue, and sheds refreshing rays : Sudden descends the genius of the ring, And drops celestial fragrance from his wing; Then speaks, "Who calls me from the realms of day? "Ask, and I grant; command, and I obey,"


 * She drank his melting words with ravish'd ears,

And stopp'd the gushing current of her tears; Then kiss'd his skirts, that like a ruby glow'd, And said, "O bear me to my sire's abode."


 * Straight o'er her eyes a shady veil arose,

And all her soul was lull'd in still repose.