Little, did he think, as they sat together
there on that high bank, which overlooks the sea, upon that last evening
spent with his cherished one in her island home, that it was to be the
last forever! that her voice would no more be heard! in glad response to
nature's shouts of joyousness. Yet, as alone he sits beneath the silent
night, there where she last told to him her love, he fancies that the
stars in pity smile upon him, and as one more gentle than the rest,
leaves its place in the heavens and slowly descends, drawing nearer and
nearer, finally resting upon the bosom of ocean,--he listens, for the
music of her harp strikes upon his soul, and in the crested billows
which play at his feet, a shining form he sees, her robe all sparkling
with the pearly drops of the sea. He would fain go to her, as she smiles
upon him, as was ever her wont, but a voice he hears, saying, "not yet,"
and the bright one recedes from his view.
Reader, you may visit Nantucket's sea-girt isle, you may walk those
peaceful shores where she loved to roam; you may meet there that lone
man on the shore; you will approach him with feelings of deep regard,
not unlike reverence; but do not hesitate to inquire of him for the
grave of the Sea-flower.
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