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For sometimes when no passing breezeThe long lank sedges waved,All white with foam and heaving highIts deafening billows raved;
And when the tempest from its baseThe rooted pine would shake,The powerless storm unruffling sweptAcross the calm dead lake.
And ever then when death drew nearThe house of Arlinkow,Its dark unfathom'd depths did sendStrange music from below.
The Lord of Arlinkow was oldOne only child had he,Donica was the Maiden's nameAs fair as fair might be.
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