Were the last words of Marmion.
Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 32.
Oh for a blast of that dread horn[490:2]
On Fontarabian echoes borne!
Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 33.
To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
L' Envoy. To the Reader.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.