University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

collapse section 
  
collapse section1. 
collapse section 
expand section1. 
expand section2. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
 7. 
 8. 
 9. 
 10. 
 11. 
 12. 
 13. 
 14. 
 15. 
 16. 
 17. 
 18. 
 19. 
 20. 
 21. 
expand section2. 
expand section3. 
expand section4. 

7.

Then came another mournful tale,
Syllabled by the wind's deep wail
Like words, to her awakened thought,—
How a cruel King was brought
Into an abbey to 'scape his doom;
The fiend couldn't enter the holy room,—

37

The door was blessed by a fasting friar—
The hearth was red with a palm-wood fire;—
But the window was weak, and the fiend burst in,
As bursts a storm—with dreadful din!
The cruel King he breathed his last
Ere the storm was o'er, or the window fast.