 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
IV.
They drew a covering o'er his head,And from the castle's portals sped:—
The gate on its massy hinges leaps,
And yet while the trusty porter sleeps,
The keys beneath his pillow he keeps.
| The bridal of Vaumond | |
And from the castle's portals sped:—
The gate on its massy hinges leaps,
And yet while the trusty porter sleeps,
The keys beneath his pillow he keeps.