And felt that an angel was near.
Thus radiant and pure in her presence,
A blessing she moved, day by day,
Till a proud lord beheld her, and loved her,
And lured her forever away.
He bore this bright bird of the mountain,
Watched over and shielded the best,
From the home of her youth and her kindred,
Away to his own haughty nest.
And lo! the grim idols in waiting