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STANZAS.
"The Moon will rise anon, and trace
"Her silver pathway on the sea;
"I saw it from this very place,
"When Edward went from me.
"Tho' like a mist the Horseman's ghost
"From yon deep dell I often see,
"Glide o'er the mountain to the coast,
"It gives no fear to me.
"I rather dread the clouds that rise
"Like towers and turrets from afar,
"And swelling high, obscure the skies,
"And every shining star.
"For then I can no longer trace
"That long bright pathway in the sea,
"Where Edward bade me mark the place
"When last he went from me!
