The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4
For brotherless she was, save in the name

Her infant friendship had bestowed on him;

Herself the solitary scion left

Of a time-honoured race.[42]—It was a name

Which pleased him, and yet pleased him not—and why?

Time taught him a deep answer—when she loved70

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Another: even now she loved another,

And on the summit of that hill she stood

Looking afar if yet her lover's steed[43]

Kept pace with her expectancy, and flew.

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III.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

There was an ancient mansion, and before

Its walls there was a steed caparisoned:

Within an antique Oratory stood

The Boy of whom I spake;—he was alone,[44]

And pale, and pacing to and fro: anon80


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