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 Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side, And rais'd to heaven her eyes so blue— Alas! said she, this ghastly ride— Dear lady! it hath wilder'd you! The lady wip'd her moist cold brow, And faintly said, Tis over now!"

Again the wild-flower wide she drank: Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright, And from the floor whereon she sank, The lofty lady stood upright: She was most beautiful to see, Like a lady of a far countrée.

And thus the lofty lady spake— All they, who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel,