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Of those who have such vigils kept; Who comes above his rest to weep, And watch the warrior as he slept? A maiden, beautiful and pale, Shrouded beneath a pilgrim's veil, Which, backward flowing as she kneels, A face—an angel's face reveals, Save that it has a look of care Which angel-beauty cannot wear. It was Amenaïde,—she sought, To see that worshipped face again, Although its presence only brought A keener bitterness to pain. The moorish garb is laid aside, That sex and loveliness belied, For she has joined a pilgrim band, Who journey to the Holy Land,