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Pleasant through the darkening night Shines from Clarin's towers the light. Home from the battle the warriors ride, In the soldiers' triumph, and soldiers' pride: The drawbridge is lower'd, and in they pour, Like the sudden rush of a summer shower, While the red torch-light bursts through the gloom, Over banner and breast-plate, helm and plume.

Sudden a flood of lustre play'd Over a lofty ballustrade, Music and perfume swept the air, Messengers sweet for the spring to prepare; And like a sunny vision sent For worship and astonishment, Aside a radiant ladye flung The veil that o'er her beauty hung.