Yet for Harry's sake no time must be lost:
I must ask the dreadful Thing why it came;
Then I remember'd 'twas he kill'd the ghost,
And I hung down my head and blush'd for shame.
Suddenly turning, my Harry it saw;
Suddenly sprang t'wards the couch where he lay;—
A deadlier terror conquering awe,
Brave as a lion, I stood in its way.
I wav'd both my hands to signal it back:
'You shall not come near him!' I wildly said;