Strike twelve upon my wedding-day.
0 mother dear! that thou wert here!"
"I would," said Geraldine, "she were!"
But soon with alter'd voice, said she—
"Off, wandering mother! Peak and pine!
1 have power to bid thee flee."
Alas! what ails poor Geraldine?
Why stares she with unsettled eye?
Can she the bodiless dead espy?
And why with hollow voice cries she,