The story and song of Black Roderick . n p And the voice replied: Willingly do I open, for he hathslain my sweet sister with his chillheart and cruel ways, so she lieth inthe dark earth who was the sunshineof our house. Then the door swung open so theblack coach and its six horses couldenter. Again the strange coach drove on,till it came to the castle door, andthere the evil being who was insidecast himself upon the ground, and,going to the door, knocked thereonthree times, and a womans voiceanswered, saying: Who art thou? And the evil one replied: I am he who claims the soul ofBlack Roderick.
The story and song of Black Roderick . n p And the voice replied: Willingly do I open, for he hathslain my sweet sister with his chillheart and cruel ways, so she lieth inthe dark earth who was the sunshineof our house. Then the door swung open so theblack coach and its six horses couldenter. Again the strange coach drove on,till it came to the castle door, andthere the evil being who was insidecast himself upon the ground, and,going to the door, knocked thereonthree times, and a womans voiceanswered, saying: Who art thou? And the evil one replied: I am he who claims the soul ofBlack Roderick. And the woman said: Welcome thou art, then, for he hath destroyed my hearts treasure and buried it in the ground; so I go sorrowing all my days for the sun0er- 76. ing he caused her on earth, and for^her young and unready death. Then the bolts and the bars fellfrom the door with a great noise,and the evil thing entered the castle. Now, as Black Roderick lay uponhis death-bed tossing and turning inhis fever, there rushed unto him oneof the serving-men in a great terrorand fear. And of what they spoke together^,shall I sing thee, lest thou grow|/weary of my prose: There is one at the door, O my the door, who is bidding you come! Who is he that wakes me in the darkness,Calling when all the worlds dumb ? Six horses has he to his carriage,Six horses blacker than the night; And their twelve red eyes in the shadowsTwelve lamps he carries for his light. And his coach is a coffin black and mouldy, A huge oak coffin open wide;He asks for your soul, God have mercy! Who is calling at the door outside. 77
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