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There came swift courage! On the dewy ground She knelt, with all her dark hair floating round, Like a long silken stole; she knelt, and press'd Her lips of glowing life to Azzo's breast, Drawing the poison forth. A strange, sad sight! Pale death, and fearless love, and solemn night!— So the moon saw them last. The morn came singing Thro' the green forests of the Appenines, With all her joyous birds their free flight winging, And steps and voices out among the vines. What found that day-spring here? Two fair forms laid Like sculptured sleepers; from the myrtle shade Casting a gleam of beauty o'er the wave, Still, mournful, sweet. Were such things for the grave? Could it be so indeed? That radiant girl, Deck'd as for bridal hours!—long braids of pearl