The terrible roar for a time had decreased,
The dancers were thoughtful and quiet at last,
And hopeful, perhaps, that the worst had now passed,
When, horrors! Again came a cry of despair,
Then louder and longer it hung in the air;
“Oh, some one is drowning,” they screamed as they flew
Through the hall and the doorway—so sure it was true—
And there in the darkness, with no moon to see by,
They found the hound howling most piteously.
That ominous sound was to them the death token;