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And now when to the twilight star The lover wakes his lone guitar, Or maiden bids a song impart All that is veil'd in her own heart, The wild and mournful tale they tell Of her who loved, alas! too well.—

And where was, where was he? Borne homeward o'er the rapid sea, While sunny days and favouring gales Brought welcome speed to the white sails,— With bended knee, and upraised hand, He stood upon his native land, With all that happiness can be When resting on futurity. On, on he went, and o'er the plain He rode an armed knight again;