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Long, on the swelling surge sustain'd
Brave Draco sought the shore,
Watch'd the dark Maid, but ne'er complain'd,
Then sunk, to gaze no more!
Poor Zelma saw him buried by the wave —
And, with her heart's true Love, plung'd in a wat'ry grave.
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