THE ANCESTRAL SONG.
“A long war disturb’d your mind—
Here your perfect peace is sign’d;
’Tis now full tide ’twixt night and day—
End your moan, and come away!”
Webster, “Duchess of Malfy.”
There were faint sounds of weeping; fear and gloom
And midnight vigil in a stately room
Of Lusignan’s old halls. Rich odours there
Fill’d the proud chamber as with Indian air,