Now to the banquet-room they came:
Around a table of black stone,
She mark'd a faint and vapoury flame;
Upon the horrid feast it shone—
And there, to close the madd'ning sight,
Unnumber'd spectres met the light.
Their teeth were like the brilliant, bright;
Their eyes were blue as sapphire clear;
Their bones were of a polish'd white;
Gigantic did their ribs appear!
And now the knight the lady led,
And placed her at the table's head!
Just now the lady woke:—for she
Had slept upon the lofty tow'r,
And dreams of dreadful phantasie
Had fill'd the lonely moonlight hour:
Her pillow was the turret stone,
And on her breast the pale moon shone.
But now a real voice she hears:
It was her lover's voice; for he,
To calm her bosom's rending fears,
That night had cross'd the stormy sea:
"I come," said he, "from Palestine,
To prove myself, sweet Lady, thine."
INDEX.
- Ackland, Sir Hugh, his Extraordinary Resuscitation, [Page 208]
- Agreeable Explanation, [209]
- Aix-la-Chapelle, Extraordinary Event at, [29]
- Anatomical Professor, and the Dead Man, [75]
- Apparitions, Essay on, [13]
- Apparition, the Castle, [143]
- Apparition Investigated, [167]