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54 Straight to Syr Martyns hall the Hunters bend, The Knight perceives it from his oake-crownd hill, Down the steep furzie height he slow gan wend, With troublous thoughts keen ruminating still; While grief and shame by turns his bosom fill. And now, perchd prowdlie on the topmost spray, The sootie Blackbird chaunts his vespers shrill; While Twilight spreads his robe of sober grey, And to their bowres the Rooks loud cawing wing their way:

And bright behind the Cambrian mountains hore Flames the red beam; while on the distant East Led by her starre, the horned Moone looks o'er The bending forest, and with rays increast Ascends; while trembling on the dappled West The purple radiance shifts, and dies away; The willows with a deeper green imprest Nod o'er the brooks; the brooks with gleamy ray Glide on, and holy Peace assumes her woodland sway.