130 STOVA. SCOTIA.; 



A waif, drifting slow in the eddy, 

 A form through the dusk dimly seen 

 Drifting slow, with a chuckle and ripple, 

 Like cadences soft of Undine. 



With motion so strange and uncertain, 



It seems both to come and retreat ; 

 Till finally, fears all confirming, 



A corpse floateth up to her feet. 

 Heaven rest the agonized watcher ! 



Foref end her from pain evermore ! 

 Poor hea$ ! now stilled by its breaking, 



Like the bubbles that broke by her door I 



The wind sweepeth by with a flurry, 

 And swiftly the wild waters roll ; 



But neither winds nor waves shall efface, 

 The legend of " Kill Devil Hole." 



