But Roman, when thou standest Upon that holy ground, Look thou with heed1 on the dark rock That girds the dark lake round. So shalt thou see a hoof2-mark Stamped deep into the flint: It was not hoof of mortal steed That made so strange a dint3: There to the Great Twin Brethren Vow4 thou thy vows5, and pray That they, in tempest and in flight, Will keep thy head alway.
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