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When , a sweet voice Sir Ethred heard , Too sacred for Calymna ' s ear : u ve lost my . wedding-ring "—the words Did in his face appear 1 € i Ah , God ! a thought of Atheline
Hath cross'd thy heart , hath cross'd thy brain !—• Calymna is thy life no more ; And her great love is vain !" Thus spake Calymna ; and no glance Denial to her plaint did bring— . For still he heard those airy words O ' er rocks and ocean ring :
And down he dash'd upon the sand ; And cried— " O , God ; my Atheline ! ' And o ' er him slain Calymna stood—* . An Agony Divine ! And cursed him where he lay ; and in Her fever-struck and throbbing palm She crush'dihe ring of Atheline , And broke its circled charm :
And cast it far into the sea ; And follow'd it , with reckless leap , With all her youth and grace and Iovq , Into the drowning Deep ! And then a blessed music rose ; A blessed music , far and near ! From wave and rock and strand and cliff , That fill'd the atmosphere .
The very spray of the calm ocean , Each small sea-weed the rocks that clad , Each cliff-grass blade , each grain of sand , Its part of music had ! The music of a mortal voice , Sublimed at its immortal spring , Which sang to all the stars of heaven—* w ve found my wedding-ring . "