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How thick the shades close round!—my boy! my boy! Where art thou in this gloom?

Let us go hence! This is a dreadful moment!

Hush!—what saidst thou? Now let me look on him!—Dost thou see aught Through the dull mist which wraps us?

I behold— Oh! for a thousand Spaniards to rush down—

Thou seest—My heart stands still to hear thee speak! —There seems a fearful hush upon the air, As 't were the dead of night!

The hosts have closed Around the spot in stillness. Through the spears, Ranged thick and motionless, I see him not; —But now—

He bade me keep mine eye upon him, And all is darkness round me!—Now?