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There stood proud forms around his throne,
    The stately and the brave,
But which could fill the place of one,
    That one beneath the wave?
Before him pass'd the young and fair,
    In pleasure's reckless train,
But seas dash'd o'er his son's bright hair—
    —He never smiled again!

He sat where festal bowls went round;
    He heard the minstrel sing,
He saw the Tourney's victor crown'd,
    Amidst the knightly ring:
A murmur of the restless deep
    Was blent with every strain,
A voice of winds that would not sleep—
    —He never smiled again!

Hearts, in that time, clos'd o'er the trace
    Of vows once fondly pour'd,
And strangers took the kinsman's place
    At many a joyous board;