 | Redwald |  |
A thrilling voice repeated Redwald's name,
From the high summit of the rock it came;
Yet vainly gaz'd the awe-struck—trembling maid,
No form was visible amid the shade,
To which she scarcely dar'd to raise her head,
To see perchance a spectre of the dead!
She stood awhile—mute 'midst the silence drear,
Forgetting all her grief in withering fear,
Till with a sudden agonizing pain
The sad remembrance darted on her brain;
Her bosom heav'd with strong convulsive swell,
And on the ground at Ivan's feet she fell!
From the high summit of the rock it came;
Yet vainly gaz'd the awe-struck—trembling maid,
No form was visible amid the shade,
To which she scarcely dar'd to raise her head,
To see perchance a spectre of the dead!
She stood awhile—mute 'midst the silence drear,
Forgetting all her grief in withering fear,
Till with a sudden agonizing pain
The sad remembrance darted on her brain;
Her bosom heav'd with strong convulsive swell,
And on the ground at Ivan's feet she fell!
| Redwald | |