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SCENE I.—''A flat Spot of Ground on the top of a Cliff, with broken craggy Rocks on each Side, and a large mass of Rock in the middle, on which a great Fire of Wood is burning; a dark Sea in the back Ground: the Scene to receive no Light but from the Fire. Two Fishermen are discovered watching the Fire, and supplying it with Wood.''

"HIGH is the tower, and the watch-dogs bay,   And the flitting owlets shriek; I see thee wave thy mantle grey,    But I cannot hear thee speak.

"O, are they from the east or west   The tidings he bears to me? Or from the land that I love best,    From the knight of the north countree?"

Swift down the winding stair she rush'd, Like a gust of the summer wind; Her steps were light, her breath was hush'd, And she dared not look behind.

She pass'd by stealth the narrow door, The postern way also, And thought each bush her robe that tore, The grasp of a warding foe