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Grew more disturb'd, and shunning every eye,
I lov'd to wander where the forest shade
Frown'd deepest; there on mightiest deeds to brood480
Of shadowy vastness, such as made my heart
Throb fast. Anon I paus'd, and in a state
Of half expectance listen'd to the wind.

"Last evening lone in thought I wandered forth.
Down in the dingles depth there is a brook485
That makes its way between the craggy stones
Murmuring hoarse murmurs. On an aged oak
Whose root uptorn by tempests overhangs
The stream, I sat, and mark'd the deep red clouds
Gather before the wind, whilst the rude dash490
Of waters rock'd my senses, and the mists
Rose round: there as I gazed, a form dim-seen
Descended, like the dark and moving clouds
That in the moon-beam change their shadowy shapes.
His voice was on the breeze; he bade me hail495
The missioned Maid! for lo! the hour was come.