Chapter 39 No.39

At length, with Ellen in a grove

695 He seemed to walk, and speak of love;

She listened with a blush and sigh,

His suit was warm, his hopes were high.

He sought her yielded hand to clasp,

And a cold gauntlet met his grasp;

700 The phantom's sex was changed and gone,

Upon its head a helmet shone;

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