Now, every mounted foe subdued, The fated wreath of coral through He struck-but his blows fell wide on air- On pressed the knight---down shrank the spears- In vain around his limbs they twine- Who, sprent with slaughter, rushes on, Amid the dying, venomed crew, And cleaves the wreath of coral through! And sinks the slaughtered ruins—all 'Tis past-the magic spell is o'er, The spell is broke---and the years long fled No transient trace can now be seen J And Edith's roses bloom as fair As she had ne'er been prisoned thereAs bright and free is her blue eyes' beam, As day's first, lucid, orient stream As bland and blithe is the dimpling smile, As that which first on Adam broke, |