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flock; Comes the strange shade my thoughts to mock, And shake my soul with fears? Fast drive the hurrying clouds of morn; 10 A pale man stands confessed; With look majestic, though forlorn, A mirror in his hand, and horn Of ivory on his breast. Daughter of grief, he gently said, 11 And beckoned her: come near; Now say, what would you give to me, If you brave Hoel's form might see, Or the sound of his bugle hear! Hoel, my love, where'er thou art, 12 All England I would give,[137] If, never, never more to part, I now could hold thee to my heart, For whom alone I live! He placed the white horn to her ear, 13 And sudden a sweet voice Stole gently, as of fairies near, While accents soft she seemed to hear, Daughter of grief, rejoice! For soon to love and thee I fly, 14 From Salem's hallowed plain! The mirror caught her turning eye, As pale in death she saw him lie, And sinking 'mid the slain. She turned to the strange phantom-man, 15 But she only saw the sky, And the clouds on the lonely mountains' van, And the Clydden-Shoots,[138] that rushing ran, To meet the waves of Wye. Thus seven long years had passed away,-- 16 She heard no voice of mirth; No minstrel raised his festive lay, At the sad close of the drisly day, Beside the blazing hearth. She seemed in sorrow, yet serene, 17 No tear was on her face; And lighting oft her pensive mien, Upon her languid look was seen A meek attractive grace. In beauty's train she yet might vie, 18 For though in mourning weeds, No friar, I deem, that passed her by, Ere saw her dark, yet gentle eye, But straight forgot his beads. Eineon, generous and good, 19 Alone with friendship's aid, Eineon, of princely Rhys's blood, Who 'mid the bravest archers stood, To sooth her griefs essayed. He had himself been early tried 20 By stern misfortune's doom; For she who lov
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