As he stood within the cell.
XVII.
And her lank hand lay on his shuddering brain;
But each power was nerved by fear.—
“I never, henceforth, may breathe again;
Death now ends mine anguish’d pain.—
The grave yawns,—we meet there.”
XVIII.
And her skeleton lungs did utter the sound,
So deadly, so lone, and so fell,