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Leaning beside the curtain, where Came o'er his brow the morning air, He found the stranger chief; his tone, Surely 'twas one had known! He knew him not, what chord could be Thus waken'd on his memory?

At first the knight was cold and stern, As that his spirit shunn'd to learn Aught of affection; as it brought To him some shaft of venom'd thought: When one eve chanced to name Durance's castle, whence he came; And speak of, and her fate, So young and yet so desolate, So beautiful! Then heard he all Her father's wrongs, her mother's fall: