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And many a heart had a vision that night, Which future years never banish'd quite.

And sign and sound of festival Are ringing through that castle hall; Tapers, whose flame send a perfumed cloud, Flash their light o'er a gorgeous crowd; With a thousand colours the tapestry falls Over the carved and gilded walls, And, between, the polish'd oak pannels bear, Like dark mirrors, the image of each one there. At one end the piled up hearth is spread With sparkling embers of glowing red: Above the branching antlers have place, Sign of many a hard won chase; And beneath, in many a polish'd line, The arms of the hunter and warrior shine;