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 * ! weep for the hour,
 * When to 's bower

The Lord of the valley with false vows came;
 * The moon hid her light
 * From the heavens that night,

Arid wept behind her clouds o'er the maiden's shame.
 * The clouds past soon
 * From the chaste, cold moon,

And heaven smiPd again with her vestal flame;
 * But none will see the day,
 * When the clouds shall pass away,

Which that dark hour left upon 's fame.


 * The white snow lay
 * On the narrow path-way,

Where the Lord of the valley crost over the moor;
 * And many a deep print
 * On the white snow's tint

Shew'd the track of his foot-step to 's door.