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ed him drooped and died, And on the green hill's flowery side He raised her grassy tomb. What marvel, in his lonely heart, 21 To faith a friendship true, If, when her griefs she did impart, And tears of memory oft would start, If more than pity grew. With converse mild he oft would seek 22 To sooth her sense of care; As the west wind, with breathings weak, Wakes, on the hectic's faded cheek A smile of faint despair. The summer's eve was calm and still, 23 When once his harp he strung; Soft as the twilight on the hill, Affection seemed his heart to fill, Whilst eloquent he sung: When Fortune to all thy warm hopes was unkind, And the morn of thy youth was o'erclouded with woe, In me, not a stranger to grief, thou should'st find, All that friendship and kindness and truth could bestow. Yes, the time it has been, when my soul was oppressed, But no longer this heart would for heaviness pine, Could I lighten the load of an innocent breast, And steal but a moment of sadness from thine. He paused, then with a starting tear, 24 And trembling accent, cried, O lady, hide that look severe,-- The voice of love, of friendship hear, And be again a bride. Mourn not thy much-loved Hoel lost,-- 25 Lady, he is dead, is dead,-- Far distant wanders his pale ghost,-- His bones by the white surge are tossed, And the wave rolls o'er his head. She said, Sev'n years their course have rolled, 26 Since thus brave Hoel spake, When last I heard his voice, Behold, This ring,--it is of purest gold,-- Then, keep it for my sake. When summers seven have robed each tree, 27 And decked the coombs with green, If I come not back, then thou art free, To wed or not, and to think of me As I had never been. Those seven sad summers now are o'er, 28 And three I yet demand; If in that space I see no more The friend I ever must deplore, Then take a mourner's hand. The time is passed:--the laugh, the lay, 29 The nuptial feast proclaim; From
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