And now have reached her chamber door;
And now doth Geraldine press down
The rushes of the chamber floor.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But Christabel the lamp will trim.
She trimmed the lamp, and made it bright,
And left it swinging to und fro,
While Geraldine, in wretched plight,
Sank down upon the floor below.
O weary lady, Geraldine,