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Her inmost heart within her burned, A light upon her darkness came. Past, present, future, seemed to fling Their weight upon that moment's wing; A shadow fell upon the air, The presence of one great despair.

Small time has she for thought; to day The courteous hostess she must play. The gathered bands are glad to hear Of nobler warfare for their spear. All kindle in one mutual flame, For such a cause and such a dame; All crowd within that ancient hall To share the parting festival. To-morrow with the morning breeze, Their gallant fleet will cut the seas.