And, when I clasp'd thy hand so white,
I meant to curse thee, girl, to-night.
XI.
And so I shall,—Oh! doubt not that.
At stroke of twelve I'll curse thee twice.
When screams the owl, when swoops the bat,
When ghosts are out I'll curse thee thrice.
And thou shalt hear!—Aye, by my troth,
One song will suit the souls of both.
XII.