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XVI.
Pause ye — and linger at the sceneWhere conflagration late hath been —
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The livid flame, about t' expire —
The oaks, seared with the sparks, so fast
Thickening upon the midnight blast —
The cattle in amazement met,
From terror scarce recovered yet —
The smoke, around that dusky wreaths
Over the desolated heaths —
The face of ruin and affright —
Confess the horrors of the night.
Thy dwelling-place of joy was this,
O Agilnoth! — what is it now?
There was thy chamber of nuptial bliss,
The crown of the mutual vow.
There on thy Daughter's innocence
The father's heart was poured immense —
And there — 'mid the noise of the crashing beam —
Her loveliness was clouded!
And, oh God! — there she sank, with a soul-piercing scream,
In the volume of flames darkly shrouded! —
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