Mocking now thy noble features, turns its fearful gaze on me!
“And I see, beneath their seeming,
How the demon features glow!
Ghastly shadows rise before me,
And the darkness gathers o’er me,
With its never-ending wo—
Now I feel, avenging spirits! how your spells of madness grow!”
With a shriek, prolonged and painful,
Through the wood she fled afar,
Where the air was awed and fearful,