lady emmeline.
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Then swift to the cliff's craggy summit she hied,
And gazed on the torrent below,
"Now chide not, Sir Edwin, thy lingering bride,
Soon sinking to slumber beneath the cold-tide,
Shall I cancel despair's sullen vow!"
And gazed on the torrent below,
"Now chide not, Sir Edwin, thy lingering bride,
Soon sinking to slumber beneath the cold-tide,
Shall I cancel despair's sullen vow!"
Now loudly the thunder rolled over her head,
And wild flashed the blue lightning's glare,
The earth all convulsed trembl'd under her tread,
And a deep murmur'd sound, like the voice of the dead,
Echo'd sternly, "Rash maiden beware!"
And wild flashed the blue lightning's glare,
The earth all convulsed trembl'd under her tread,
And a deep murmur'd sound, like the voice of the dead,
Echo'd sternly, "Rash maiden beware!"
The heart of the lady beat quick at the tone,
As it solemnly dwelt on her ear,—
She gazed on the pilgrim, no longer unknown,
"Oh God! 'tis my Edwin!" she utter'd a groan—
"'Tis the voice of my Edwin I hear!"
As it solemnly dwelt on her ear,—
She gazed on the pilgrim, no longer unknown,
"Oh God! 'tis my Edwin!" she utter'd a groan—
"'Tis the voice of my Edwin I hear!"
