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step was heard by night In a church where the mighty slept, As a mail-clad youth, till morning's light, Midst the tombs his vigil kept. He walk'd in dreams of power and fame, He lifted a proud, bright eye, For the hours were few that withheld his name From the roll of chivalry.

Down the moon-lit aisles he paced alone, With a free and stately tread;