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The influence of the wind and sun, That loved the cheek they dwelt upon Too well, to leave it without trace They had known such sweet dwelling-place. And her bright eyes seem'd as they had won The radiance which the summer sun Brought to her valleys lone and wild, Where she had dwelt. And now half child, Half woman, in the gay excess Of all youth's morning happiness, She came to the Lady of Isaure's towers, As fresh and as sweet as the forest bowers Where the gladness had pass'd of her earliest hours. "Now harken thee, Lady, See if aright I read thy spell, And the rule of thy charm'd sway, to keep Watch over Love's enchanted sleep."