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Rh But I said low, low in my heart:—'It's a link or a brand, And it gleams from the castle's high turret—held in the hand
 * Of a girl with cheeks red and white.'

Yes,—the beacon far streaming is an accomplice of Love, It apprises the lover back from the chase, that his dove
 * Is watching to meet him at night.