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Seem'd scarcely her's that just had been His dauntless guide through the wild scene.

At length a stately avenue Of ancient chesnuts met their view, And they could see the time-worn walls Of her they sought, halls. A small path led a nearer way Through flower-beds in their spring array. They reach'd the steps, and stood below A high and marble portico; They enter'd, and saw kneeling there A creature even more than fair. On each white temple the dusk braid Of parted hair made twilight shade, That brow whose blue veins shone to show It was more beautiful than snow.