She'll never love him more,—
Alas the hour! alas the day! —
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore."
"O dove, outspread thy wings of green;
I'll guide thee many a wild-wood o'er;
I'll bring thee where I last have seen
The young heir of Glenore,
Beneath the forest's sunless screen,
By murmuring Funcheon's fairy shore."
O'er many a long mile did they flee,