A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.
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The twilight walk, when the linked arms can feel
The beating of the heart; upon the air
There is a music never heard but once,—
A light the eyes can never see again;
Each star has its own prophecy of hope,
And every song and tale that breathe of love
Seem echoes of the heart.
And time past by—
As time will ever pass, when Love has lent
His rainbow plumes to aid his flight—and Spring
Had wedded with the Summer, when a steed
Stood at Lord Herbert's gate,—and Isabelle
Had wept farewell to Roland, and had given
Her blue scarf for his colours. He was gone
To raise his vassals, for Lord Herbert's towers
