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 A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.

Sir Leoline, a moment's space, Stood gazing on the damsel's face; And the youthful Lord of Tryermaine Came back upon his heart again.

O then the Baron forgot his age, His noble heart swell'd high with rage; He swore by the wounds in Jesu's side, He would proclaim it far and wide With trump and solemn heraldry, That they, who thus had wrong'd the dame, Were base as spotted infamy! "And if they dare deny the same,