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And nought the solemn stillness broke,
Save the clear water's rushing sound,
The night-breeze murm'ring through the oak,
Or the dark bat quick flitting round.
Save the clear water's rushing sound,
The night-breeze murm'ring through the oak,
Or the dark bat quick flitting round.
But soon a thousand torches shine!
Wild shouts the sleeping echoes rouse!
And Sybille sinks by Mary's shrine,
Where late she pledg'd her stolen vows.
Wild shouts the sleeping echoes rouse!
And Sybille sinks by Mary's shrine,
Where late she pledg'd her stolen vows.
Soon, soon they pierce the holy walls!
The minstrel draws his trusty blade;
"Revenge" the madden'd father calls,
And furious spurns the weeping maid.
The minstrel draws his trusty blade;
"Revenge" the madden'd father calls,
And furious spurns the weeping maid.
They fight—the husband and the sire:
They fight—and desp'rate is the strife;
Still fiercer glows their mutual ire,
Nor heeds the daughter and the wife.
They fight—and desp'rate is the strife;
Still fiercer glows their mutual ire,
Nor heeds the daughter and the wife.
