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Till not another trace appears But its own joys, and griefs, and fears. He took her cross, he took her chain From the heart where they still had lain; And that heart felt as if its fate Had sudden grown less desolate, In thus remembering love that still Would share and sooth in good and ill.

He spurr'd his steed; but the night fall Had darken'd ere he reach'd the hall; And gladly chief and vassal train Welcomed the youthful knight again. And many praised his stately tread, His face with darker manhood spread; But of those crowding round him now, Who mark'd the paleness of his brow,