FRANK LEAN | Akateeminen Kirjakauppa

WHILE on the waves the earliest sunbeam play'd, Miranda rose, and by their margin stray'd, Impatient of her friend's expected aid, When on the tide she view'd a bark that bore A graceful damsel lightly to the shore; But ere it touch'd the strand, a mist profound Cloth'd in a fleecy veil the scene around; So thick, it scarce allow'd her eye to trace.