The bridal of Vaumond :: :: University of Virginia Library

The STRANGER'S tones recall'd her sense,
For such were those she once had lov'd;
That love was pure as 'twas intense—
Whither, ah! whither had it rov'd?
Their memory was, like the well-known air
His native mountain-echoes bear,
That the stranger hears in a distant clime,
Whom the hurrying flight of fate and time,
And the weary waste of waters part
From the land where still abides his heart,
She wept; and O! those tears were sweet
They were the first her cheek that wet,
Since at the baleful banquet, she
Had pledg'd the Baron's victory.