And saw high-crested Taleton in snow,
Her heart sank, and she wept with head bent low
The malice of her foe dispiteous.
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And seeing near at hand an ancient tower,
Deserted now, but once a hold of men,
She came thereto, and, though ’twas all her power,
Mounted its steep unbroken stair again.
‘Surely,’ she said, for now a second time
She thought to die—‘this little height I climb