Its eyes, though wild, were still all dewy bright
With love, and kept all phantom fear aloof
From the poor girl by magic of their light,
The while it did unthread the horrid woof
Of the late darken'd time,- the murderous spite
Of pride and avarice,- the dark pine roof
In the forest,- and the sodden turfed dell,
Where, without any word, from stabs he fell.
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