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stood upon her lonely tower; And as the evening-star rose up she saw An armed train bearing her father's banner In triumph to the castle. Down she flew To greet the victors:—they had reached the hall Before herself. What saw the maiden there?— A bier!—her father laid upon that bier! was kneeling by the side, his face Bowed on his hands and hid;—but Knew the dark curling hair and stately form, And threw her on his breast. He shrank away As she were death, or sickness, or despair. "! it was I who slew thy father!" She fell almost a corpse upon the body. It was too true! With all a lover's speed, had sought the thickest of the fight;