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Rh But, ere night darkened down

The stream in silence sang once more

And on its green bank, bathed in gore,

Augusta lay alone!

False Love! no earthly eye did see,

Yet heaven's pure eye regarded thee,

Where thy own Douglas bled;

How thou didst turn in mockery

From his last hopeless agony,

And leave the hungry hawk to be

Sole watcher of the dead!

Was it a deadly swoon?

Or was her spirit really gone?

And the cold corse beneath the moon

Laid like another mass of dust and stone?

The moon was full that night,

The sky was almost light like day;

You might have seen the pulses play

Upon her forehead white;

You might have seen the dear, dear light of life

In her uncovered eye;

And her cheek changing in the mortal strife

Betwixt the pain to live and agony to die.

But nothing mutable was there!

The face, all deadly fair,