 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
IV.
Now in the lists their palfreys pranc'dAs the shrill-ton'd heralds forth advanc'd;
The trumpet's pealing clangours broke—
With Vaumond's name the plains awoke;
Thrice, loud, distinctly sent, the sound—
While echo answer'd all aroud:
And as yon hills that circling sweep
Prolong'd the summons quick and deep,
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Call'd him, the forfeit dread to pay.—
Died the third summon's distant note,
In lingering murmurs heard remote:
Thro' that vast crowd that hides the plain
Doth a stilly expectation reign,
As if they watch'd the appointed tide,
When heaven shall furl her arch of pride!
| The bridal of Vaumond | |