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I. The breeze, which swept away the smoke,
Round Norham Castle rolled ;
As Marmion left the Hold.
It freshly blew, and strong,
Where, from high Whitby's cloistered pile,
It bore a bark along.
As she were dancing home;
sea-foam. Much joyed they in their honoured freight; For, on the deck, in chair of state, The Abbess of Saint Hilda placed, With five fair nuns, the galley graced.
II. 'Twas sweet to see these holy maids, Like birds escaped to green-wood shades,
Their first flight from the cage, How timid, and how curious too,