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. The Convent.
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 ;
Furrow the green 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.
'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,