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As her bright presence made him feel Awe that could only gaze and kneel: And paused, as if afraid To break upon the recluse maid, As if her heart took its rebuke From that cold, calm, and placid look.

"!"—though the name was said Low as she fear'd to wake the dead, Yet it was heard, and, all revealing, Of her most treasured mortal feeling, Fondly the Moorish maid was prest To her she sought, breast. "I pray'd for thee, my hope, my fear, My ! and now thou art near. Nay, weep not, welcome as thou art To my faith, friends, and home and heart!"