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The footsteps of the dancer Went bounding through the hall, And the music of the dulcimer Summon'd to festival.

While the clash of brother weapons Made lightning in the air, And the dying at the palace gates Lay down in their despair.

And that fearful sound was heard At the Temple's thrilling heart, As if mighty wings rush'd by, And a dread voice rais'd the cry, "Let us depart!"