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Onward, onward, swift as light!Now they rais'd the captive knight;
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He caught the rumbling of its wheels,
The tramp of steeds, and he could hear
A murmuring sound as of water near.
For hours they rode; upon his ear
There came no other sound.
But paus'd they now; no word they spoke,
As they in mysterious silence took
From his seat their captive bound.
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