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Swift o'er the wild and dreary waste	A
A NUT BROWN GIRL was seen to haste	A
Wide waving was her unbound hair	B
And sun scorch'd was her bosom bare	B
For Summer's noon had shed its beams	C
While she lay wrapp'd in fev'rish dreams	C
While on the wither'd hedge row's side	D
By turns she slept by turns she cried	D
Ah where lies hid the balsam sweet	E
To heal the wounds of MARGUERITE	E
	-
Dark was her large and sunken eye	F
Which wildly gaz'd upon the sky	F
And swiftly down her freckled face	G
The chilling dews began to pace	G
For she was lorn and many a day	H
Had all alone been doom'd to stray	H
And many a night her bosom warm	I
Had throbb'd beneath the pelting storm	I
And still she cried the rain falls sweet	E
It bathes the wounds of MARGUERITE	E
	-
Her garments were by briars torn	J
And on them hung full many a thorn	J
A thistle crown she mutt'ring twin'd	K
Now darted on now look'd behind	K
And here and there her arm was seen	L
Bleeding the tatter'd folds between	L
Yet on her breast she oft display'd	M
A faded branch that breast to shade	M
For though her senses were astray	H
She felt the burning beams of day	H
	-
She felt the wintry blast of night	N
And smil'd to see the morning light	N
For then she cried I soon shall meet	E
The plighted love of MARGUERITE	E
	-
Across the waste of printless snow	O
All day the NUT BROWN GIRL would go	O
And when the winter moon had shed	P
Its pale beams on the mountain's head	P
She on a broomy pillow lay	H
Singing the lonely hours away	H
While the cold breath of dawnlight flew	Q
Across the fields of glitt'ring dew	Q
Swift o'er the frozen lake she past	R
Unmindful of the driving blast	R
And then she cried the air is sweet	E
It fans the breast of MARGUERITE	E
	-
The weedy lane she Iov'd to tread	P
When stars their twinkling lustre shed	P
While from the lone and silent Cot	S
The watchful Cur assail'd her not	S
Though at the beggar he would fly	F
And fright the Trav'ller passing by	F
But she so kind and gentle seem'd	T
Such sorrow in her dark eyes beam'd	T
That savage fierceness could not greet	E
With less than love POOR MARGUERITE	E
	-
Oft by the splashy brook she stood	U
And sung her Song to the waving wood	U
The waving wood in murmurs low	O
Fill'd up the pause of weary woe	O
Oft to the Forest tripp'd along	V
And inly humm'd her frantic Song	V
Oft danc'd mid shadows Ev'ning spread	P
Along the whisp'ring willow bed	P
And wild was her groan	W
When she climb'd alone	W
The rough rock's side	D
While the foaming tide	D
Dash'd rudely against the sandy shore	X
And the lightning flash'd mid the thunder's roar	X
	-
And many a time she chac'd the fly	F
And mock'd the Beetle humming by	F
And then with loud fantastic tone	W
She sang her wild strain sad alone	W
And if a stranger wander'd near	Y
Or paus'd the frantic Song to hear	Z
The burthen she would soft repeat	E
Who comes to soothe POOR MARGUERITE	E
	-
And why did she with sun burnt breast	A2
So wander and so scorn to rest	A2
Why did the NUT BROWN MAIDEN go	O
O'er burning plains and wastes of snow	O
What bade her fev'rish bosom sigh	F
And dimm'd her large and hazle eye	F
What taught her o'er the hills to stray	H
Fearless by night and wild by day	H
What stole the hour of slumber sweet	E
From the scorch'd brain of MARGUERITE	E
	-
Soon shalt thou know for see how lorn	O
She climbs the steep of shaggy thorn	O
Now on the jutting cliff she stands	B2
And clasps her cold but snow white hands	B2
And now aloud she chaunts her strain	O
While fiercely roars the troublous main	O
Now the white breakers curling shew	Q
The dread abyss that yawns below	O
And still she sighs the sound is sweet	E
It seems to say POOR MARGUERITE	E
	-
Here will I build a rocky shed	P
And here I'll make my sea weed bed	P
Here gather with unwearied hands	B2
The orient shells that deck the sands	B2
And here will I skim o'er the billows so high	F
And laugh at the moon and the dark frowning sky	F
And the Sea birds that hover across the wide main	O
Shall sweep with their pinions the white bounding plain	O
And the shivering sail shall the fierce tempest meet	E
Like the storm in the bosom of POOR MARGUERITE	E
	-
The setting Sun with golden ray	H
Shall warm my breast and make me gay	H
The clamours of the roaring Sea	C2
My midnight serenade shall be	C2
The Cliff that like a Tyrant stands	B2
Exulting o'er the wave lash'd sands	B2
With its weedy crown and its flinty crest	A2
Shall on its hard bosom rock me to rest	A2
And I'll watch for the Eagle's unfledg'd brood	D2
And I'll scatter their nest and I'll drink their blood	E2
And under the crag I will kneel and pray	H
And silver my robe with the moony ray	H
And who shall scorn the lone retreat	E
Which Heaven has chose for MARGUERITE	E
	-
Here did the exil'd HENRY stray	H
Forc'd from his native land away	H
Here here upon a foreign shore	X
His parents lost awhile deplore	X
Here find that pity's holy tear	B
Could not an alien wand'rer chear	B
And now in fancy he would view	Q
Shouting aloud the rabble crew	Q
The rabble crew whose impious hands	B2
Tore asunder nature's bands	B2
I see him still He waves me on	O
And now to the dark abyss he's gone	O
He calls I hear his voice so sweet	E
It seems to say POOR MARGUERITE	E
	-
Thus wild she sung when on the sand	F2
She saw her long lost HENRY stand	F2
Pale was his cheek and on his breast	A2
His icy hand he silent prest	A2
And now the Twilight shadows spread	P
Around the tall cliff's weedy head	P
Far o'er the main the moon shone bright	N
She mark'd the quiv'ring stream of light	N
It danc'd upon the murm'ring wave	G2
It danc'd upon her HENRY'S Grave	G2
It mark'd his visage deathly pale	H2
His white shroud floating in the gale	H2
His speaking eyes his smile so sweet	E
That won the love of MARGUERITE	E
	-
And now he beckon'd her along	V
The curling moonlight waves among	I2
No footsteps mark'd the slanting sand	F2
Where she had seen her HENRY stand	F2
She saw him o'er the billows go	O
She heard the rising breezes blow	O
She shriek'd aloud The echoing steep	J2
Frown'd darkness on the troubled deep	J2
The moon in cloudy veil was seen	O
And louder howl'd the night blast keen	O
And when the morn in splendour dress'd	A2
Blush'd radiance on the Eagle's nest	A2
That radiant blush was doom'd to greet	E
The lifeless form of MARGUERITE	E

Mary Darby Robinson

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