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IV

But I abandoned their array,

And fled afar⁠—she followed me.

How oft the kindly Muse away

Hath whiled the road’s monotony,

Entranced me by some mystic tale.

How oft beneath the moonbeams pale

Like Leonora did she ride

With me Caucasian rocks beside!

How oft to the Crimean shore

She led me through nocturnal mist

Unto the sounding sea to list,

Where Nereids murmur evermore,

And where the billows hoarsely raise

To God eternal hymns of praise.