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Past Four half-Hour, the Lady and her Convoy
Drew near to th' Bounds, much Damp'd her former Joy
Through Virgin-fears, conjoyn'd long nightly stage;
Rous'd Dismal thoughts what chang'd i'th' Hermitage,
(Sad progress known) mov'd Leaves by wand'ring Wind,
Black Shadows scar'd, Birds, Beasts to start inclin'd:
Yet th' open Walks, no Woods dark maze offending,
Trees scatt'red pleas'd; whilst constant Moon befriending.
Now morning-Cloud shew'd that Remaining Part,
Thersander's Thrall, Orsamnes grieved Heart.