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SCENE II.

Caerlaverock Wood.
Sir Marmaduke Maxwell.
Sir M.
How sweet is this night's stillness:—soft and bright
Heaven casts its radiance on the streams, and they
Lie all asleep and tell the vaulted heaven

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The number of her stars. I see the doves
Roosting in pairs on the green pine tree tops;
The distant ocean 'mid the moonlight heaves,
All cluster'd white with sleeping water fowl.—
Now where the moon her light spills on yon towers,
I turn my sight, but not that I may try
If her chaste circle holds a world more worth
Man's worshipping than this. See—see—oh see
Lights at her window!—blessed is the air
Her blooming cheek that kisses:—looks she forth,
To see if earth hold aught that's worth her love?
O let me steal one look at her sweet face—
For she doth still turn her dark eyes from me;
And she is silent as yon silver star
That shows her dwelling place.

(Exit.)