Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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"Princess, let no doubt affray thee !
We but sought a moment's rest ;
Take this draught, this fruit, I pray thee,
And we ride at thy behest."
Hurriedly the cup she draineth —
What new tidings of dismay
Brings the watchman, that constraineth
Melleff even to blanch away ?
They have seen the dust-cloud rising,
Steely lightnings flash it through !
Is its tawny mask disguising
Welcome friend or dreaded foe ?
Shall they fly, or shall they tarry
Till the painful doubt be clear ?
How the fickle judgments vary !
Now they hope and now they fear.
With such burden wer't not better
Friend to miss than foe to meet ?
