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THE HAUNTED SPRING.

Gayly through the mountain glen

The hunter's horn did ring,

As the milk-white doe
Escaped his bow,

Down by the haunted spring.
In vain his silver horn he wound,
'Twas echo answering back;
For neither groom nor baying hound
Was on the hunter's track:

In vain he sought the milk-white doe
That made him stray and 'scaped his bow,
For, save himself, no living thing

Was by the silent haunted spring.

The purple heath-bells, blooming fair,
Their fragrance round did fling,
As the hunter lay,
At close of day,

Down by the haunted spring.
A lady fair, in robe of white,

To greet the hunter came;
She kissed a cup with jewels bright,
And pledged him by his name.