Cold as a corpse, and fainting!
The pearly clasp, self-bursting, show’d
Her beating side, where crimson glow’d
Three spots, of nature’s painting.
Three crimson spots, of deepest hue!
The Baron gaz’d with wonder:
For on his buried Lady’s side
Just three such drops had nature dyed,
An equal space asunder.
And now remembrance brought to view,