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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian
(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam, Are drifting softly by ? Sad little lake, let us be friends ! I too am desolate ;I too would fain,…
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The Little Lake, by Bedros Tourian
(1852-1872) WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere ?Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear ? Or are thy waters calm and still Admiring the blue sky,Where shining cloudlets, like thy foam, Are drifting softly by ? Sad little lake, let us be friends ! I too am desolate ;I too would fain,…