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She led him gently to his seat, And took her place beside his feet, Up gazing with fond fixed eye, Lest sigh should pass unnoticed by. A clear rich prelude forth he rang, Brighten'd his look as thus he sang; The colour lit his forehead pale, As the master told his ancient tale.

was a summer evening; and the sea Seem'd to rejoice in its tranquillity; Rolling its gentle waters to the west, Till the rich crimson blush'd upon their breast,