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 For was the knight whose life had saved amid the strife; And now he seem'd to find relief In pouring forth his hidden grief, Which had for years been as the stream Cave-lock'd from either air or beam.

 

her! ay, I would have given A death-bed certainty of heaven If I had thought it could confer The least of happiness on her! How proudly did I wait the hour When hid no more in lowly bower, She should shine, loveliest of all, The lady of my heart and hall;— 