Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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THE TAPESTRY WAVES IN THE BREEZE OF THE NIGHT.
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The tapestry waves in the breeze of the night,And the figures it bears, in the pale moonlight,
Seem frowning upon me,—I tremble with fear.
Dim shadows I see, and low murmurs I hear!
My lamp is expiring—Oh, speed, my love, speed!
I listen in vain for the tramp of his steed.
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Hark! hark! 'tis the bell of the castle tolls One,The silence how deep now the echoes are gone!
And, hush! in the gallery, near and more near,
A slow hollow footstep distinctly I hear.
My lamp is expiring—Oh, speed, my love, speed!
I listen in vain for the tramp of his steed.
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The door of my chamber wide open is thrown,A figure stands there like a statue of stone:
It raises its helmet—I laugh at my fear,
'Tis my lover I view—'tis my lover I hear!
My lamp's fading glimmer no longer I heed,
I listen no more for the tramp of his steed.
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