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The wine cup circles; thro' the festal train
The sound of mirth and revelry is heard;
The minstrels strike the harp, and proudly raise
The song of triumph; round the cheerful board
Are gallant warriors! many a one is there,
Whose fame were fitting theme for minstrel song.
But turn we from these flowers of chivalry,
To yonder chief, who leans abstractedly,
As if some shadow on his spirit hung;
Some dreaming mood, that comes when present scenes
Recall long absent thoughts, and bring to mind
What yet would be most willingly forgotten.
Orlando! there is gloom upon thy brow!
Can Ethlin's be a hall of joy to thee?
