And harbour knew she none, where her distress
Might comfort find, or love’s dishonour hide;
Nor felt she any dread like that of home:
Yet forth she must, albeit to rove and roam
An outcast o’er the country far and wide.
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Anon she marvel’d noting from the vale
A path lead downward to the plain below,
Crossing the very site, whereon the pale
Of all her joy had stood few hours ago;