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Upon a lofty tower stood Adelaide, And watch'd the scene below: you might have gaz'd On those fair tresses floating in the wind; The white veil flowing o'er her graceful form, Her arms cross'd pensively upon her breast, And eyes, now upwards rais'd in tears to heav'n, Now glancing mournfully on those beneath, And deem'd that Peace had paus'd one moment, ere She wing'd her flight from earth; so fair she was, Like to some lovely creature of the skies. Her eye dwelt on Orlando's form, who yet Linger'd to catch one dear, one parting glance— That last look, treasur'd so in after hours. He wore the colours she had given, white And green, the hue of promise, borne by spring.