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The mountain-nymph was by his side:
Unconscious that the mighty spell,
Which drew her to his lonely cell,
Was strengthening as she heard this song,
Go so complainingly along;
For let him sing of what he might,
Of heaven or sunshine—storms or night—
The battle—earthquake—or the bed
Of honour—rapture—or the dead—
Her swelling heart—her glistening lash—
The sudden breath—the sudden flash—
Proclaimed how well the charm was wrought,
How surely was her young heart caught.
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