And sometimes he, at midnight hour
Would howl, like wolves, wide-prowling;
And pale, the lamps would glimmer round—
And deep, the self-mov’d bell would sound
A knell prophetic, tolling!
For, in the Hall, three lamps were seen,
That quiver’d dim;—and near them
A bell rope hung, that from the Tow’r
Three knells would toll, at midnight’s hour,
Startl’ing the soul to hear them!