ARNULLIN'S BRIDE.
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ARNULLIN'S BRIDE.
They left her in the haunted room where Lady Alice died,
In the castle where for centuries had dwelt the sons of pride,—
The haughty race by ties of blood to royalty allied.
In the castle where for centuries had dwelt the sons of pride,—
The haughty race by ties of blood to royalty allied.
How the shadows lowered and thickened o'er that lonely bridal room!
And the air of coming tempest made the windows dark with gloom;
And the damp old silken tapestry was odorous of the tomb.
And the air of coming tempest made the windows dark with gloom;
And the damp old silken tapestry was odorous of the tomb.
The night was demon-haunted; all the Ægean spirits woke;
On the fire-blackened mountain cliffs the thunder pealed and broke;
And in the wailing of the winds a lost immortal spoke.
On the fire-blackened mountain cliffs the thunder pealed and broke;
And in the wailing of the winds a lost immortal spoke.
Around the grim old turrets the boding raven swooped,—
The night's Plutonian darkness o'er his dismal shadow drooped;
And the clouds, like phantom visitants, across the sky's plain trooped.
The night's Plutonian darkness o'er his dismal shadow drooped;
And the clouds, like phantom visitants, across the sky's plain trooped.
