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Does aught on Clemgaum's Hill now move?
Cheer up, and look, my own dear love!"
"Still higher swells the rushing tide,"
The lady said, "along the river;
The bridge wall's rent, with breaches wide,
Beneath its force the arches quiver.
But on Clemgaum I see no plumes;
From Offaly no succour comes;
No banner floats, no trumpet's blown--
Alas! alas! we are alone.
"And now, O God! I see behind,
My father to Red Raymond lending,
His war-horse, fleeter than the wind,
And on our chase, the traitor sending:
He holds the lighted aquebus,
Bearing death to both of us;
Speed, my gallant Memnon, speed,
Nor let us 'neath the ruffian bleed."
"Thy love saved _me_ at risk of life,"
Kildare cried, "when the axe was wielding;
And now I joy, my own dear wife,
To think my breast _thy_ life is shielding;
Thank Heaven no bolt can now reach thee,
That shall not first have passed through me;
For death were mercy to the thought,
That thou, for me, to death were brought.


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