And wild and frantic was his mien,
Dread signs of terror, showing.
“O fly me not!” the Baron cried,
“In Heav’n’s name, do not fear me!”
Just as he spoke the bell thrice toll’d—
Three paly lamps they now behold—
While a faint voice, cried,—“Hear me!”
And now, upon the threshold low,
The wounded Golfre, kneeling,
Again to Heav’n address’d his pray’r;