The outward frame and the inward mind.
—And when at night she did visit the oak,
She wore the Baron’s scarlet cloak,
(That cloak which happy to hear and to tell
Was lined with the fur of the leopard well,)
And as she wandered down the dell
None said ’twas the Lady Christabel.—
Some thought ’twas a weird and ugsome elf,
Some deemed ’twas the old sick Baron himself,
Who wandered beneath the snowy lift