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32 With their soft notes, then once again they ceased, And by long-during silence gave to know They had too early woken. Konrad rose. Lifted his eyes unto the tower, and looked With anguish on the grate. The nightingale Awoke in song, then Konrad looked around. 'Tis morning! and he let his visor down, And in his cloak's wide folds concealed his face. With beckoning of his hand he signs adieu. And in the bushes now is lost Ev'n thus, A spirit infernal from a hermit's door Doth vanish at the sound of matin bell.