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Up, and mark their nimble feet!
Up, and list their music sweet!"

XVI.
River Spirit.
"Tears of an imprisoned maiden
 Mix with my polluted stream;
Margaret of Branksome, sorrow-laden,
 Mourns beneath the moon's pale beam.
Tell me, thou, who viewest the stars,
When shall cease these feudal jars?
What shall be the maiden's fate?
Who shall be the maiden's mate?"

XVII.
Mountain Spirit.
"Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll,
In utter darkness round the pole;
The Northern Bear lowers black and grim;
Orion's studded belt is dim;