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THE GHOST OF CRAZY JANE. |
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THE GHOST OF CRAZY JANE.
Dark and dismal was the evening;
Hoarse the raven croaked afar;
Drowsy bats flew round in clusters;
Faintly beamed the evening star.
Round yon mouldering tower the ivy,
Closely clasped, though faintly seen;
Highly perched, the night-owl screeching,
Sung the dirge of Crazy Jane.
Hoarse the raven croaked afar;
Drowsy bats flew round in clusters;
Faintly beamed the evening star.
Round yon mouldering tower the ivy,
Closely clasped, though faintly seen;
Highly perched, the night-owl screeching,
Sung the dirge of Crazy Jane.
Hark! the hollow vaults re-murmured!
Gusty blasts the turret shake:
Towers did totter on their bases;
Hungry graves did yawning gape:
When lo! a phantom by me glided,
Slowly shifting o'er the green,
Says, “Fear me not, thou timorous stranger,
I'm the Ghost of Crazy Jane!
Gusty blasts the turret shake:
Towers did totter on their bases;
Hungry graves did yawning gape:
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Slowly shifting o'er the green,
Says, “Fear me not, thou timorous stranger,
I'm the Ghost of Crazy Jane!
“Nightly from this grave I wander,
To my Henry's lonely bed;
Warding off the evil genius,
Hovering round his lovely head.
Till that hour when death shall join us,
Never more to part again;
When by my side in this lone grave,
He'll repose with Crazy Jane!”
To my Henry's lonely bed;
Warding off the evil genius,
Hovering round his lovely head.
Till that hour when death shall join us,
Never more to part again;
When by my side in this lone grave,
He'll repose with Crazy Jane!”
Fled was all that rosy colour,
Once adorned her lovely cheek;
Those winning smiles, and dimpling graces,
Those modest looks so softly sweet.
The lily neck, the heaving bosom,
The graceful and majestic mien—
A faded form, and shrouded spectre,
Was all remained of Crazy Jane.
Once adorned her lovely cheek;
Those winning smiles, and dimpling graces,
Those modest looks so softly sweet.
The lily neck, the heaving bosom,
The graceful and majestic mien—
A faded form, and shrouded spectre,
Was all remained of Crazy Jane.
Loud the cock sung out the morning,
Mild the sun beamed out the day;
Quick she started as affrighted—
Says, “Farewell, I must away!”
Swift she fled on wings of morning,
Gliding o'er the dewy scene:
But strong imagination painted
All the woes of Crazy Jane.
Mild the sun beamed out the day;
Quick she started as affrighted—
Says, “Farewell, I must away!”
Swift she fled on wings of morning,
Gliding o'er the dewy scene:
But strong imagination painted
All the woes of Crazy Jane.
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