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156 Defaced the dark serene of star-lit sky; But the great chariot of souls went by On wingèd wheels along the heavenly road, Bearing away from earth its blessed load. Far up the shining steeps of Paradise, The circling hills behold it as it flies.

Mirèio hasted no less anxiously Than Magalouno$1$ in the days gone by, Who searched the wood with sad, inquiiing glance For her lost lover, Pèire of Provence, When cruel waves divorced him from her side, And left her lone and wretched. Soon espied

The maid, upon the boundary of the lea, Folds where her sire's own shepherds could she see Already milking. Some the sheep compelled, Against the pen-side by the muzzle held, To suckle quietly their tawny lambs. Always arose the bleat of oertain dams ;

While other childless ones the shepherds guide Toward the milker. On a stone astride, Mute as the very night, sits he, and dim ; While, pressed from swollen udders, a long stream Of warm fine milk into the pail goes leaping, The white froth high about its border creeping.