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Lady Margaret.
I lay within the chamber lone
Where the Lady Margaret died;
And wildly there the midnight wind
Like hapless spirit sighed.
I mused upon that peerless One,
So beautiful of blee;
And marvelled much of her sad death's
Time-hallowed mystery:
For, as a rainbow-tinted cloud,
Smote by a gentle wind,
Sails o'er the deep, slow paced and proud,
Yet leaves no trace behind;
Nor can conjecture index true
Where one bright shadow lay,
Till all has melted from the view,
In nothingness away;
So did that lady vanish quite,
In her sad latter day!
R
