M. B. M. Toland

“ No daughter
Of water
Condoled his sad plight.
But ripples of laughter were heard everywhere,
With singing
And ringing
Of fairy-bells there.
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The echoes trilled back from the grottos down deep,
“Young Elfin,
Thyself in
Thy element keep!” ”

“ The Nymphs were at play;
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’Neath willows whose branches were kissing the stream
So lightly
And brightly,
It almost would seem
The lovely young Naiads were swaying the tree,
To lash it
And dash it,
In frolicking glee.
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I rested my oars on my frail little boat,
Still gliding,
Dividing
The cresses afloat.
When lo! a fair vision arose on the tide ”