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List ye who pass by Lyulph's Tower	A
At eve how softly then	B
Doth Aira force that torrent hoarse	C
Speak from the woody glen	B
Fit music for a solemn vale	D
And holier seems the ground	E
To him who catches on the gale	D
The spirit of a mournful tale	D
Embodied in the sound	E
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Not far from that fair site whereon	B
The Pleasure house is reared	F
As story says in antique days	G
A stern browed house appeared	F
Foil to a Jewel rich in light	H
There set and guarded well	I
Cage for a Bird of plumage bright	H
Sweet voiced nor wishing for a flight	H
Beyond her native dell	I
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To win this bright Bird from her cage	J
To make this Gem their own	B
Came Barons bold with store of gold	K
And Knights of high renown	B
But one She prized and only one	B
Sir Eglamore was he	L
Full happy season when was known	B
Ye Dales and Hills to yon alone	B
Their mutual loyalty	L
	-
Known chiefly Aira to thy glen	B
Thy brook and bowers of holly	L
Where Passion caught what Nature taught	M
That all but love is folly	L
Where Fact with Fancy stooped to play	N
Doubt came not nor regret	O
To trouble hours that winged their way	N
As if through an immortal day	N
Whose sun could never set	O
	-
But in old times Love dwelt not long	P
Sequestered with repose	Q
Best throve the fire of chaste desire	A
Fanned by the breath of foes	Q
A conquering lance is beauty's test	R
And proves the Lover true	S
So spake Sir Eglamore and pressed	R
The drooping Emma to his breast	R
And looked a blind adieu	S
	-
They parted Well with him it fared	T
Through wide spread regions errant	U
A knight of proof in love's behoof	V
The thirst of fame his warrant	U
And She her happiness can build	W
On woman's quiet hours	X
Though faint compared with spear and shield	Y
The solace beads and masses yield	Y
And needlework and flowers	X
	-
Yet blest was Emma when she heard	Z
Her Champion's praise recounted	A2
Though brain would swim and eyes grow dim	B2
And high her blushes mounted	C2
Or when a bold heroic lay	N
She warbled from full heart	D2
Delightful blossoms for the 'May'	B2
Of absence but they will not stay	N
Born only to depart	D2
	-
Hope wanes with her while lustre fills	E2
Whatever path he chooses	F2
As if his orb that owns no curb	G2
Received the light hers loses	F2
He comes not back an ampler space	H2
Requires for nobler deeds	I2
He ranges on from place to place	H2
Till of his doings is no trace	H2
But what her fancy breeds	I2
	-
His fame may spread but in the past	J2
Her spirit finds its centre	A
Clear sight She has of what he was	K2
And that would now content her	A
Still is he my devoted Knight	H
The tear in answer flows	Q
Month falls on month with heavier weight	L2
Day sickens round her and the night	H
Is empty of repose	Q
	-
In sleep She sometimes walked abroad	M2
Deep sighs with quick words blending	N2
Like that pale Queen whose hands are seen	B
With fancied spots contending	N2
But 'she' is innocent of blood	C2
The moon is not more pure	O2
That shines aloft while through the wood	P2
She thrids her way the sounding Flood	C2
Her melancholy lure	O2
	-
While 'mid the fern brake sleeps the doe	Q2
And owls alone are waking	N2
In white arrayed glides on the Maid	R2
The downward pathway taking	N2
That leads her to the torrent's side	S2
And to a holly bower	A
By whom on this still night descried	S2
By whom in that lone place espied	S2
By thee Sir Eglamore	A
	-
A wandering Ghost so thinks the Knight	S2
His coming step has thwarted	S2
Beneath the boughs that heard their vows	T2
Within whose shade they parted	S2
Hush hush the busy Sleeper see	L
Perplexed her fingers seem	B2
As if they from the holly tree	L
Green twigs would pluck as rapidly	L
Flung from her to the stream	B2
	-
What means the Spectre Why intent	S2
To violate the Tree	L
Thought Eglamore by which I swore	A
Unfading constancy	L
Here am I and to morrow's sun	B
To her I left shall prove	V
That bliss is ne'er so surely won	B
As when a circuit has been run	B
Of valour truth and love	V
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So from the spot whereon he stood	S2
He moved with stealthy pace	H2
And drawing nigh with his living eye	U2
He recognised the face	H2
And whispers caught and speeches small	V2
Some to the green leaved tree	L
Some muttered to the torrent fall	V2
Roar on and bring him with thy call	V2
I heard and so may He	L
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Soul shattered was the Knight nor knew	S
If Emma's Ghost it were	A
Or boding Shade or if the Maid	S2
Her very self stood there	A
He touched what followed who shall tell	I
The soft touch snapped the thread	S2
Of slumber shrieking back she fell	I
And the Stream whirled her down the dell	I
Along its foaming bed	S2
	-
In plunged the Knight when on firm ground	S2
The rescued Maiden lay	N
Her eyes grew bright with blissful light	S2
Confusion passed away	N
She heard ere to the throne of grace	H2
Her faithful Spirit flew	S
His voice beheld his speaking face	H2
And dying from his own embrace	H2
She felt that he was true	S
	-
So was he reconciled to life	V
Brief words may speak the rest	S2
Within the dell he built a cell	I
And there was Sorrow's guest	S2
In hermits' weeds repose he found	S2
From vain temptations free	L
Beside the torrent dwelling bound	S2
By one deep heart controlling sound	S2
And awed to piety	L
	-
Wild stream of Aira hold thy course	C
Nor fear memorial lays	G
Where clouds that spread in solemn shade	S2
Are edged with golden rays	G
Dear art thou to the light of heaven	B
Though minister of sorrow	A
Sweet is thy voice at pensive even	B
And thou in lovers' hearts forgiven	B
Shalt take thy place with Yarrow	A

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