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The bridal of Vaumond

A Metrical Romance

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XII.

I ween, that song was rugged and coarse
As the fitful tempest's murmurs hoarse,
But it was the voice of Man!
In his toil, by melody rude beguil'd
All careless he chaunted his descant wild—
And thus the legend ran.