130 NOVA SCOTIA. 



A waif, drifting slow in the eddy, 

 A form tlirougli the dusk dimly seen — 



Drifting slow, with a chuckle and.rii)ple, 

 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 ! 



Forefend her from pain evermore ! 

 Poor heart ! now stilled by its breaking. 



Like the bubbles that broke by her door ! 



The wind sweepeth by with a flurry. 

 And swiftly the wild waters roll ; 



But neither winds nor waves shall efiace. 

 The legend of " Kill Devil Hole." 



