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He gained the field just as the crush began;— Unwitting of his colours, he had slain The father of his worshipped !

They met once more:—and was changed As much as if a lapse of years had past: She was so thin, so pale, and her dim eye Had wept away its luxury of blue. She had cut off her sunny hair, and wore A robe of black, with a white crucifix:— It told her destiny—her youth was vowed To Heaven. And in the convent of the isle, That day she was to enter, stood Like marble, cold and pale and motionless: The heavy sweat upon his brow was all His sign of life. At length he snatched the scarf