Part 2 — SONG
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Earl March looked on his dying child, And, smit with grief to view her— The youth, he cried, whom I exiled Shall be restored to woo her.
She's at the window many an hour His coming to discover; And he looked up to Ellen's bower And she looked on her lover—
But ah! so pale, he knew her not, Though her smile on him was dwelling! And I am then forgot—forgot? It broke the heart of Ellen.
In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs, Her cheek is cold as ashes; Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes To lift their silken lashes.
Thomas Campbell [1777-1844]