THE LANGUAGE OF BIRDS. 
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She thought (so like her Love the shade appears) 
That Ceyx spake the words, and Ceyx shed the tears ; 
She groan'd, her inward soul with grief opprest, 
She sighM, she wept, and, sleeping, beat her breast ; 
Then stretch'd her arms t^ embrace his body bare ; 
Her clasping arms inclose but empty air ; 
At this, not yet awake, she cry'd, " O stay — 
One is our fate, and common is our way !" 
So dreadful was the dream, so loud she spoke, 
That, starting sudden up, the slumber broke. 
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Twas morning ; to the port she takes her way. 
And stands upon the margin of the sea : 
That place, that very spot of ground she sought, 
Thither by her destiny was brought. 
Where last he stood : and while she sadly said, 1 
" 'Twas here he left me, — lingering here delay 'd > 
His parting kiss, and there his anchors weighed," J 
Thus speaking, while her thoughts past actions trace. 
And call to mind, admonished by the place. 
Sharp at her utmost ken she cast her eyes, 
And somewhat floating from afar, descries : 
It seem'd a corpse a-drift, to distant sight ; 
But, at a distance, who cc^uld judge aright ? 
