Chapter 89 No.89

Apart, and nestling in the hay

Of a waste loft, Fitz-Eustace lay;

Scarce by the pale moonlight, were seen

The foldings of his mantle green:

Lightly he dreamt, as youth will dream

Of sport by thicket, or by stream

Of hawk or hound, of ring or glove,

Or, lighter yet, of lady's love.

A cautious tread his slumber broke,

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