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It is a charmed ring—this emerald stone Will be a sign, when thou art from me gone. Mark if it changes; if a spot be seen On the now spotless ground of lighted green, Danger is round me; haste thou then to me, Thou know'st how fearless is my trust in thee. There is a weight to-night upon my heart; Ah! peace for me can be but where thou art." She spoke no more, she felt her bosom swell, How could her lip find utterance for farewell? He took the curl, one kiss is on it press'd, Then gave it to its sanctuary, his breast; And doff'd his plumed helm,—"Dear lady, now Take the last offering of thy lover's vow; And for thy beauty's honour, I will go Bareheaded to the battle, weal or woe.