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As there she could not dream of fear— In her lover’s arms could danger be near? He stood and watched her with the eye Of fixed and silent agony. The waves swept on: he felt her heart Beat closer and closer yet to his! They burst upon the ship!—the sea Has closed upon their dream of bliss! Surely theirs is a pleasant sleep, Beneath that ancient cedar tree, Whose solitary stem has stood For years alone beside the sea! The last of a most noble race, That once had there their dwelling-place,