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 She turned to him, who with his eye Was watching her while on the height She sate, or wandered restlessly, O’erburdened by her sorrow’s weight; To him who this dire news had told, And now beside the Mourner stood; (That grey-haired Man of gentle blood, Who with her Father had grown old In friendship, rival Hunters they, And fellow Warriors in their day) To Rylstone he the tidings brought; Then on this place the Maid had sought: And told, as gently as could be, The end of that sad Tragedy, Which it had been his lot to see.

To him the Lady turned; ”You said That Francis lives, he is not dead?”