In gloomy silence, and the walls behind,
Repeated with a fearful echo: “Woe!”
VI
The Parting.
A wintry dawn, with stormy wind and snow;
Through storm and snow-clouds hastens Wallenrod.
Scarce stands he on the borders of the lake,
He calls aloud, striking the tower with sword.
“Aldona,” cries he, “let us live, Aldona!