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 All horsed and harnessed with him to ride; —A shout to which the hills replied !

But Francis, in the vacant hall, Stood silent under dreary weight,— A phantasm, in which roof and wall Shook—tottered—swam before his sight, A phantasm like a dream of night. Thus overwhelmed, and desolate, He found his way to a postern-gate; And, when he waked at length, his eye Was on the calm and silent sky; With air about him breathing sweet, And earth’s green grass beneath his feet; Nor did he fail ere long to hear A sound of military chear, Faint—but it reached that sheltered spot; He heard, and it disturbed him not.