(As dawns a summer’s morning).
‘If thou so black a weird must dree,
(Christabel, Christabel)
A curse is on thy love and thee,’
(As dawns a summer’s morning).
Nat stood at the door, not daring to go farther, and she stopped for a moment to glance round at him. It was but for a moment, and again the song vibrated, more wild and mournful still.
‘The curse be on them who thus have blest,
(Christabel, Christabel)
Thy love shall find no earthly rest,’
(As dawns a summer’s morning).