night;
He was dressed in a shroud—in a shroud of
snow-white!"
'Twas early that morning his mother came there;
She was wringing her hands—she was tearing
her hair.
O, woful the hour your dear Willy plunged in:—
There is deep and false water in the Lake of
Coolfin!
And I saw a fair maid, standing fast by the shore;