The prisoned garrison should die....
No sound, no utterance, passed her lips,
The while that awful deed was done;
As if her soul were 'neath eclipse—
Her beauteous form transformed to stone.
Then, with one long, loud piercing shriek,
That form upon the earth she cast.
No more can D'Aulnay vengeance wreak:
The heroine's heart has burst at last!...