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Rh Lowering their horns in crescents grim
 * Whene'er they turned about,

Retreated into coverts dim
 * The bisons' fiercer rout.

And in this mimic game of war
 * In bands dispersed and past

The royal train,—some near, some far,
 * As day closed in at last.

Where was the king? He left his friends
 * At midday, it was known,

And now that evening fast descends
 * Where was he? All alone.

Curving, the river formed a lake,
 * Upon whose bank he stood,

No noise the silence there to break,
 * Or mar the solitude.

Upon the glassy surface fell
 * The last beams of the day,

Like fiery darts, that lengthening swell,
 * As breezes wake and play.