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66 She, in a mother's care, her beauty's pride

Forgets, unweary'd watching every side:

She calls them near, and with affection sweet

Alternately relieves their weary feet;

Alternately they mount her back, and rest,

Close by her mantling wings' embraces prest.

Now with religious awe the farewel light

Blends with the solemn colouring of the night;

Mid groves of clouds that crest the mountain's brow,

And round the West's proud lodge their shadows throw,

Like Una shining on her gloomy way,

The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray;

Shedding, through paly loopholes mild and small,

Gleams that upon the lake's still bosom fall,

Beyond the mountain's giant reach that hides

In deep determined gloom his subject tides.

Soft o'er the surface creep those lustres pale

Tracking the fitful motions of the gale.

With restless interchange at once the bright

Wins on the shade, the shade upon the light.

No favoured eye was e'er allowed to gaze

On lovelier spectacle in faery days;