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She turn'd from her watch on the lonely tower In haste to reach the hall, And as she sprang down the winding stair She heard the drawbridge fall.

A hundred harps their welcome rung, Then paused as if in fear; The ladye enter'd the hall, and saw Her true knight stretch'd on his bier!

  song ceased, yet not with its tone Is the minstrel's vision wholly flown; But there he stood as if he had sent His spirit to rove on the element. 