Evalena . with an ashen hue upon his face,Entreated all his men to search the Michael stood apart from all the said,, My master, put not to the testThe bravery of men in such a such duty to lightning-play old England neer has seenOn rocks and gully and the wood doubt not that my Lady found retreatIn Hirams Lodge; and when again we meet,Will laugh at all our groundless Hirams wife will make a pleasant stayBeneath her roof, in her old-fashioned stories she can tell of times gone Lady cant be lonely should she tr
Evalena . with an ashen hue upon his face,Entreated all his men to search the Michael stood apart from all the said,, My master, put not to the testThe bravery of men in such a such duty to lightning-play old England neer has seenOn rocks and gully and the wood doubt not that my Lady found retreatIn Hirams Lodge; and when again we meet,Will laugh at all our groundless Hirams wife will make a pleasant stayBeneath her roof, in her old-fashioned stories she can tell of times gone Lady cant be lonely should she evening came, and after it the night:The lightnings flash on flash still dazed the storm grew wild and furious and loud:The old oak trees beneath its fury Randall gave to all his last conference had closed; the household slept. A long loud wail of horror and despair,Rings out in terror on the midnight wail of anguish like a spirits cry 31 EV ALENA ?Ar ? ?. ni, ,ji a hopi;i:,i;ss maniac walks to and fro. 32 EVALENA That floats upon the storm while passing by. A rush of footsteps in the servants hall; And superstitious dread possesses all. Each looks to each until the night is fled; Nor seeks again the lone, deserted bed. Did Evalena hear that cry of fear, From out the darkened vault, when death drew near ?Did visions of a low grave wreathed with flowersChange the long, black night into happy hours?Or did she sleep, and sleeping dream of youth,Of early childhood, ere she felt the toothOf jealousy and hate and bitter scorn?Ah, who can tell! for ere the rosy mornDame reason fled;—left equal wrong and right,And curtained out the vision of the when the day has kissed the mountain tix)S,And in the brook the swallow skims and dips,Within the wooded path,, with eyes aglow,A hopeless maniac walks to and fro. A messenger from Hirams, at the dawn,Brought not a clue with which to work once again, as in the long ago,Sir Randal
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