A chieftain's daughter seemed the maid;
Her satin snood, her silken plaid,note
Her golden brooch such birth betrayed.
365 And seldom was a snood amid
Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid,
Whose glossy black to shame might bring
The plumage of the raven's wing;
And seldom o'er a breast so fair,
370 Mantled a plaid with modest car
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