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Phantagraph, v. 9, issue 2, whole 37, August 1941
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2. The Phantagraph never a question asked I whence she wander'd, Never a question asked she of my brith; Happy as children, we though not nor ponder'd, Glad with the bounty of ocean and earth. Once when the moonlight play'd soft 'mid the billows, Bound was her hair with a garland of willows, Pluck'd by the fount in the bird-haunted wood. [illegible] Strangely she gaz'd one the surges beneath her, Charm'd by the sound, or entranc'd by the light. Then did the waves a wild aspect bequeath her, Stern as the ocean and weird as the night. Coldy she left me, astonish'd and weeping, Standing alone mid the regions she bless'd. Down, ever downward, half gliding, half creeping, Stole the sweet Unda in oceanward quest. Calm grew the sea, and tumultuous beating Turn'd to a ripple, as Unda the fair trod the wet sands in affectionate greeting, Beckon'd to me, and no longer was there! Long did I pace by the banks where she vanish'd; High climb'd the moon, and descended again. Grey broke the dawn till the sad night was banish'd, Still ach'd my soul with its infinite pain. All the wide world have I search'd for my darling, Scour'd the far desets and sail'd distant seas. Once on the wave while the tempest was snarling, Flash'd a fair face that brought quiet and ease.
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2. The Phantagraph never a question asked I whence she wander'd, Never a question asked she of my brith; Happy as children, we though not nor ponder'd, Glad with the bounty of ocean and earth. Once when the moonlight play'd soft 'mid the billows, Bound was her hair with a garland of willows, Pluck'd by the fount in the bird-haunted wood. [illegible] Strangely she gaz'd one the surges beneath her, Charm'd by the sound, or entranc'd by the light. Then did the waves a wild aspect bequeath her, Stern as the ocean and weird as the night. Coldy she left me, astonish'd and weeping, Standing alone mid the regions she bless'd. Down, ever downward, half gliding, half creeping, Stole the sweet Unda in oceanward quest. Calm grew the sea, and tumultuous beating Turn'd to a ripple, as Unda the fair trod the wet sands in affectionate greeting, Beckon'd to me, and no longer was there! Long did I pace by the banks where she vanish'd; High climb'd the moon, and descended again. Grey broke the dawn till the sad night was banish'd, Still ach'd my soul with its infinite pain. All the wide world have I search'd for my darling, Scour'd the far desets and sail'd distant seas. Once on the wave while the tempest was snarling, Flash'd a fair face that brought quiet and ease.
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