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Beside her, mark'd from all the thousands there, In the calm beauty of his silver hair, The stately shepherd; and the youth, whose joy From his dark eye flash'd proudly; and the boy, The youngest-born, that ever lov'd her best; "Father! and ye, my brothers!"—On the breast Of that grey sire she sank—and swiftly back, Ev'n in an instant, to their native track Her free thoughts flowed.—She saw the pomp no more— The plumes, the banners:—to her cabin-door, And to the Fairy's fountain in the glade,6 Where her young sisters by her side had play'd, And to her hamlet's chapel, where it rose Hallowing the forest unto deep repose, Her spirit turn'd.—The very wood-note, sung In early spring-time by the bird, which dwelt Where o'er her father's roof the beech-leaves hung, Was in her heart; a music heard and felt,