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within the chamber lone Where the Lady Margaret died; And wildly there the midnight wind Like hapless spirit sighed.

I mused upon that peerless One, So beautiful of blee; And marvelled much of her sad death's Time-hallowed mystery: For, as a rainbow-tinted cloud, Smote by a gentle wind, Sails o'er the deep, slow paced and proud, Yet leaves no trace behind; Nor can conjecture index true Where one bright shadow lay, Till all has melted from the view, In nothingness away; So did that lady vanish quite, In her sad latter day!