10 NOVEMBER 1883, Page 15
VII.—MARINA'S DIRGE.
Weep for Marina, plucked too soon By surly Death ; Robbed, ere her sun reached afternoon, Of pearly breath : Forefallen flowers about thy grave we twine; Alas, Marine !
(To be continued.)
Weep for Marina, plucked too soon By surly Death ; Robbed, ere her sun reached afternoon, Of pearly breath : Forefallen flowers about thy grave we twine; Alas, Marine !
(To be continued.)