And oft, a dreadful crash was heard,
Shaking the Castle’s chambers!
And suddenly, the lights would turn
To paly grey, and dimly burn,
Like faint and dying embers.
Beneath the steep, a Maiden dwelt,
The dove-eyed Zorietto;
A damsel blest with ev’ry grace—
And springing from as old a race—
As Lady of Loretto!