In that gilt basin bring her head, all dripping with its gore."
Count Yanno left the cruel king, his soul in agony,
And followed the dark page, whose arms the fatal basin bore.
The page was clad in mourning garb, the Count in sad array,
As if in pain of parting breath his heart with anguish
swelled,
The Countess ran to meet him, as she saw him far away;
Her husband and her little child in one embrace she held.
"Well come—well come, Count, for my joy;" but not a
word he said,