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She heard the heavy drawbridge fall, And rode the first of all; But when he came to the green height Which hid the castle from his sight, With useless spur and slacken'd rein, He was the laggard of the train. They paused upon the steep ascent, And spear, and shield, and breast-plate sent A light, as if the rising day Upon a mirror flash'd its ray. They pass on, only sees A chance plume waving in the breeze, And then can see no more—but borne Upon the echo, came the horn; At last nor sight nor sound declare Aught of what pass'd that morning there.