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That sometimes from the savage Den,
In green and sunny Glade,
There came, and look'd him in the face,
This miserable Knight !
And how, unknowing what he did,
The Lady of the Land;
And how she wept and clasp'd his knees,
The Scorn, that craz'd his Brain :
And that she nurs’d him in a Cave;
A dying Man he lay;
His dying words—but when I reach'd
Disturb’d her Soul with Pity!
All Impulses of Soul and Sense
The rich and balmy Eve;
And Hopes, and Fears that kindle Hope,
Subdued and cherish'd long !
She wept with pity and delight,
I heard her breathe my name.
Her bosom heav’d-she stepp'd aside ; As conscious of my Look, she stepp'd Then suddenly with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
She half inclosed me with her arms,
She press'd me with a meek embrace ;
And gaz'd upon my face.
'Twas partly Love, and partly Fear,
The Swelling of her Heart,
I calm'd her fears ; and she was calm, And told her love with virgin Pride, And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride!
The MAD MOTHER
Her eyes are wild, her head is bare,