. A legend of the sand dunes, Cape Henry, Virginia. wave, Pile high upon my breast the drifting sand. Let no alien eye, no wandering band. Divine my tragedy, or trace my grave. Bury well my royal, ancient name, So deep no whisper ever can remain To breathe to after ages of my pain, Of slighted love—an Indian Princess shame. j6 ^ jK «^ ^ jft .^ HEY placed her body far beneath the sand,And called in council every Indian brave,Who, sw^earing maledictions, long did raveTo slay the first pale face who sought his as the ceaseless w^inds sighed oer the tender tears, w^hose lovin

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. A legend of the sand dunes, Cape Henry, Virginia. wave, Pile high upon my breast the drifting sand. Let no alien eye, no wandering band. Divine my tragedy, or trace my grave. Bury well my royal, ancient name, So deep no whisper ever can remain To breathe to after ages of my pain, Of slighted love—an Indian Princess shame. j6 ^ jK «^ ^ jft .^ HEY placed her body far beneath the sand,And called in council every Indian brave,Who, sw^earing maledictions, long did raveTo slay the first pale face who sought his as the ceaseless w^inds sighed oer the tender tears, w^hose loving touch caressed,The sands, in sadness, drifted oer her slow^ly piled a vast and solemn mound. Till now a range of sand dunes sweeps the shoreThat buries leagues of ancient pine and oak;But ever will the mammoth hills evokeMemories of her love in days of many a stormy night, a trembling wave,Hears, mingled with the mourning winds above,Low plaintive sobs, Oh, sea, where is my Love?In anguish stealing from the mountain

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