“‘At the lone midnight hour, when bad spirits have power,
In thy chamber will I be.’—
With that he was gone, and my Lady left alone,
And no more did I see.”
Then changed, I trow, was that bold Baron’s brow,
From the dark to the blood-red high,
“Now, tell me the mien of the Knight thou hast seen,
For, by Mary, he shall die!”—
“His arms shone full bright, in the beacon’s red light;