HUGO AND PARISINA. BUT it is not to list to the waterfall And it is not to gaze on the heavenly light "Tis not for the sake of its full-blown flower- Though her ear expects as soft a tale. There glides a step through the foliage thick, And her cheek grows pale-and her heart beats quick. There whispers a voice through the rustling leaves, And her blush returns, and her bosom heaves : A moment more and they shall meet 'Tis past-her lover's at her feet. |