To watch our beacons well.”—
The Lady blushed red, but nothing she said:
Nor added the Baron a word:
Then she stepped down the stair to her chamber fair,
And so did her moody lord.
In sleep the Lady mourned, and the Baron tossed and turned,
And oft to himself he said,—
“The worms around him creep, and his bloody grave is deep,
It cannot give up the dead!”—