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she met me in the glade, In the leaves of spring array’d, Well did Morvyth compensate For my dreary watchings late. O’er our verdant couch of state Woodland music ever hung, By the thrush and cuckoo sung: But in this ecstatic hour, The hoarse thunder sudden roar’d, And in many a furious shower The clear rain-drops downward pour’d; The fierce lightning frequent glared. By the ruthless tempest scared, In an agony of dread, From the grove my Morvyth fled! Beaked flame! dread living thunder, Rending lovers’ hearts asunder; Sound of danger and of fear To the beauteous maiden’s ear; Noise that all the nations hear; Clamour that the senses mocks, Hoarse bull raging ’mid the rocks; Clanging armour of the heav’n, Fire and wave in conflict driven; Flame of wrath, and waves that tame, By their mighty gush, the flame;