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LI.

“ Hollo ! thou felon, follow here :

To bridal bed we ride;
And thou shalt prance a fetter dance
Before me and my

bride."

LII.

And hurry ! hurry ! clash, clash, clash!

The wasted form descends ;
And fleet as wind through hazel bush

The wild career attends.

LIII.

Tramp ! tramp! along the land they rode,

Splash ! splash ! along the sea; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood,

The flashing pebbles flee.

LIV.

How fled what moonshine faintly shew'd !

How fled what darkness hid !
How fled the earth beneath their feet,

The heav'n above their head !

LV.

“ Dost fear ? dost fear? The moon shines clear,

And well the dead can ride;

Does faithful Helen fear for them?”.

“ O leave in peace the dead !"

LVI.

“ Barb! Barb! methinks I hear the cock ;

The sand will soon be run :
Barb! Barb! I smell the morning air ;

The race is well nigh done.”

LVII.

Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode,

Splash ! splash ! along the sea ; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood,

The flashing pebbles flee.

LVIII.

“ Hurrah ! hurrah ! well ride the dead;

The bride, the bride is come! And soon we reach the bridal bed, For, Helen ! here's

my

home."

LIX.

Reluctant on its rusty hinge

Revolved an iron door,
And by the pale moon's setting beam

Were seen a church and tow'r.

LX.

With

many a shriek and cry whiz round The birds of midnight, scared ; And rustling like autumnal leaves

Unhallow'd ghosts were heard.

LXI.

O'er many a tomb and tomb-stone pale

He spurr'd the fiery horse,

Till sudden at an open grave

He check'd the wondrous course.

LXII.

The falling gauntlet quits the rein,

Down drops the casque of steel, The cuirass leaves his shrinking side, The spur his gory heel.

.

LXIII.

The eyes

desert the naked skull, The mould'ring flesh the bone, Till Helen's lily arms entwine

A ghastly skeleton.

LXIV. ,

The furious barb snorts fire and foam,

And, with a fearful bound, Dissolves at once in empty air,

And leaves her on the ground.

LXV.

Half seen by fits, by fits half heard,

Pale spectres flit along, Wheel round the maid in dismal dance,

And howl the funeral song;

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