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XXVI. NIGHTSHADE
When my First flings down o'er tower and town
Its sad and solemn veil,
When the tempests sweep o'er the angry deep
And the stars are ghastly pale,
And the gaunt wolves howl to the answering owl
In the pause of the fitful gale,
Its sad and solemn veil,
When the tempests sweep o'er the angry deep
And the stars are ghastly pale,
And the gaunt wolves howl to the answering owl
In the pause of the fitful gale,
My Second will come to his ancient home
From his dark and narrow bed;
His warrior heel is cased in steel,
But ye cannot hear its tread;
And the beaming brand is in his hand,
But ye need not fear the dead.
From his dark and narrow bed;
His warrior heel is cased in steel,
But ye cannot hear its tread;
And the beaming brand is in his hand,
But ye need not fear the dead.
Through battle and blast his bark had past,
O'er many a stormy tide;
He had burst in twain the tyrant's chain,
He had won the beauteous bride;
From the field of fame unscathed he came,
And by my Whole he died.
O'er many a stormy tide;
He had burst in twain the tyrant's chain,
He had won the beauteous bride;
From the field of fame unscathed he came,
And by my Whole he died.
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