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52 Though the heath-ranger, harried by the hounds, The hart, strong of antlers, hunted far in flight, May seek this woodsy thicket, he’ll rather yield his sprite, His life upon the brink there, than plunge for safety in. A spot uncanny is it; whence wan to welkin spin Welter of foam and waters, when the winds begin Astirring the foul weather-till the air is murk, And the heaven weepeth. Again we wait thy work, Thine and thine only! That land not yet thou know’st, The fearsome spot whereunder thou’lt find that damned Ghost Seek it, if thou darest! For this fight to thee I’ll give, as even erst I did, twisted gold in fee, Aye, mine olden treasure, if back thou com’st to me.” |
