Once, as she came, he cried aloud ‘Forgive!’
‘Never!’ she answer’d, ‘never while you live,
Nor when you die, as long as time endures;
You have my torment been, and I’ll be yours!’
That is the lady, and the man confess’d
Her vengeful spirit would not let him rest.”
“But are there ghosts?” exclaim’d a timid maid;
“My father tells me not to be afraid;
He cries, when buried we are safe enough,
And calls such stories execrable stuff.” 160