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my lifetime I have been Bard to Morvyth, “golden mien!” I have loved beyond belief, Many a day to love and grief For her sake have been a prey, Who has on the moon’s array! Pledged my truth from youth till now, To the girl of glossy brow. Oh, the light her features wear, Like the tortured torrent’s glare! Oft by love bewildered quite, Have my aching feet all night Stag-like tracked the forest shade For the foam-complexioned maid, Whom with passion firm and gay I adored mid leaves of May! Mid a thousand I could tell One elastic footstep well! I could speak to one sweet maid— (Graceful figure!)—by her shade. I could recognize till death, One sweet maiden by her breath!