THE TROUBADOUR.
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And then around the hearth they drew,
And cheerfully the woodfire threw
Its light around.—Bent o'er her wheel
Scarcely dared Elenore to steal
A look, half tenderness, half fear,
Yet seem'd he as he loved to hear
Her voice, as if it had a tone
Breathing of days and feelings gone.
"Ah! surely," thought she, "Heaven has sent
My father here, as that it meant
Our years of absence ended now!"
She gazed upon his soften'd brow;
And the next moment, all revealing,
Elenore at his feet is kneeling!—
