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Yet, when above the forest-glooms

The white swans southward passed, High as the pitch of their swift plumes

Her fancy rode the blast;

And bore her toward the fields of France, 245

Her Father's native land, To mingle in the rustic dance,

The happiest of the band!

Had heard her Father tell

Of those beloved fields she oft


In phrase that now with echoes soft
Haunted her lonely cell;

She saw the hereditary bowers,
She heard the ancestral stream;

The Kremlin and its haughty towers
Forgotten like a dream!


THE ever-changing Moon had traced
Twelve times her monthly round,
When through the unfrequented Waste
Was heard a startling sound;

A shout thrice sent from one who chased
At speed a wounded deer,

Bounding through branches interlaced,
And where the wood was clear.

The fainting creature took the marsh,

And toward the Island fled,

While plovers screamed with tumult harsh

Above his antlered head;

This, Ina saw; and, pale with fear,

Shrunk to her citadel;

The desperate deer rushed on, and near
The tangled covert fell.





Across the marsh, the game in view,
The Hunter followed fast,

Nor paused, till o'er the stag he blew

A death-proclaiming blast; Then, resting on her upright mind, "In me

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Came forth the Maid-
Behold," she said, a stricken Hind
Pursued by destiny!

From your deportment, Sir! I deem
That you have worn a sword,
And will not hold in light esteem
A suffering woman's word;

There is my covert, there perchance
I might have lain concealed,

My fortunes hid, my countenance
Not even to you revealed.

"Tears might be shed, and I might pray,
Crouching and terrified,

That what has been unveiled to-day,
You would in mystery hide;

But I will not defile with dust





The knee that bends to adore

The God in heaven ;-attend, be just;
This ask I, and no more!


"I speak not of the winter's cold For summer's heat exchanged,

While I have lodged in this rough hold,

From social life estranged;

Nor yet of trouble and alarms:
High Heaven is my defence;

And every season has soft arms
For injured Innocence.


"From Moscow to the Wilderness


It was my choice to come,

Lest virtue should be harbourless,
And honour want a home;
And happy were I, if the Czar
Retain his lawless will,

To end life here like this poor deer,
Or a lamb on a green hill."

"Are you the Maid," the Stranger cried, From Gallic parents sprung,


Whose vanishing was rumoured wide,
Sad theme for every tongue;


Who foiled an Emperor's eager quest?
You, Lady, forced to wear

These rude habiliments, and rest

Your head in this dark lair!"


But wonder, pity, soon were quelled;
And in her face and mien

The soul's pure brightness he beheld
Without a veil between :

He loved, he hoped, a holy flame
Kindled 'mid rapturous tears;


The passion of a moment came
As on the wings of years.

"Such bounty is no gift of chance," Exclaimed he; "righteous Heaven,

Preparing your deliverance,

To me the charge hath given.

The Czar full oft in words and deeds
Is stormy and self-willed;

But, when the Lady Catherine pleads,
His violence is stilled.

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Leave open to my wish the course,

And I to her will


From that humane and heavenly source,

Good, only good, can flow."

Faint sanction given, the Cavalier

Was eager to depart,

Though question followed question, dear

To the Maiden's filial heart.


Light was his step, -his hopes, more light, 345
Kept pace with his desires;

And the fifth morning gave him sight
Of Moscow's glittering spires.

He sued:-heart-smitten by the wrong,
To the lorn Fugitive


The Emperor sent a pledge as strong
As sovereign power could give.

So long the lost as dead,

O more than mighty change! If e'er

Amazement rose to pain,

And joy's excess produced a fear

Of something void and vain ;

'Twas when the Parents, who had mourned

Beheld their only Child returned,


The household floor to tread.


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Flowers strewed the ground; the nuptial feast

Was held with costly state;

And there, 'mid many a noble guest,

The Foster-parents sate;

Encouraged by the imperial eye,

They shrank not into shade;

Great was their bliss, the honour high
To them and nature paid!




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