LV.
The trampling of a steed! A tall white steed,
Rending his fiery way the crowds among—
A storm’s way through a forest—came at speed,
And a wild voice cried “Inez!” Swift she flung
The mantle from her face, and gazed around,
With a faint shriek at that familiar sound;
And from his seat a breathless rider sprung.
And dash’d off fiercely those who came to part,
And rush’d to that pale girl, and clasp’d her to his heart.