The heartsick lay was hardly said,
690 The list'ner had not turned her head,
It trickled still, the starting tear,
When light a footstep struck her ear,
And Snowdoun's graceful knight was near.
She turned the hastier, lest again
695 The prisoner should renew his strain.
"O welcome, brave Fitz-James!" she said;
"How may an al
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