From THE GOLDEN LEGEND.
Scene.—The Chamber of Gottlieb and Ursula.—Midnight.— Elsie standing by their bedside weeping.
Gottlieb.
The wind is roaring; the rushing rain
Is loud upon the roof and window-pane,
As if the wild Huntsman of Rodenstein,
Boding evil to me and mine,
Were abroad to-night with his ghostly train!
In the brief lulls of the tempest wild,
The dogs howl in the yard; and hark!