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 Aught else: so mighty was the spell. Yet he, who saw this Geraldine, Had deem'd her sure a thing divine, Such sorrow with such grace she blended, As if she fear'd, she had offended Sweet Christabel, that gentle maid! And with such lowly tones she pray'd, She might be sent without delay Home to her father's mansion. "Nay! Nay, by my soul!" said Leoline. "Ho! Bracy the bard, the charge be thine! Go thou, with music sweet and loud, And take two steeds with trappings proud, And take the youth whom thou lov'st best To bear thy harp, and learn thy song, And clothe you both in solemn vest, And over the mountains haste along,