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Passes but like the storm at sea That wakes not earth's tranquillity.

In secret were they wed, not then Had power to fling again The banner of defiance wide To priestly pomp and priestly pride; But day by day more strong his hand, And more his friends, and soon the brand That in its wrongs and silence slept Had from its blood-stain'd scabbard leapt. But here are told such varying tales That none may know where truth prevails; For there were hints of murder done, And deeds of blood that well might shun All knowledge; but the wildest one