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Rh With a small feather for a sail, His fancy on that spring would float, If some invisible breeze might stir It's marble calm: and Helen smiled Thro' tears of awe on the gay child, To think that a boy as fair as he, In years which never more may be, By that same fount, in that same wood, The like sweet fancies had pursued; And that a mother, lost like her, Had mournfully sate watching him. Then all the scene was wont to swim Through the mist of a burning tear.

For many months had Helen known This scene; and now she thither turned Her footsteps, not alone. The friend whose falsehood she had mourned, Sate with her on that seat of stone. Silent they sate; for evening, And the power it's glimpses bring Had, with one awful shadow, quelled