Still sate beneath a shelt’ring tree;
And now the fierce-ton’d midnight blast
Across the wide heath, howling past,
When a long cavalcade he spied
By torch-light near the river’s side.
IV.
He rose, and hast’ning swiftly on,
Call’d loudly to the Sumptuous train,—
But soon the cavalcade was gone—
And darkness wrapp’d the scene again.