Rang in castle, bower and hall;
Yet the shrieks, at midnight ringing,
Spoke the curse upon it clinging,
And they left it to its fall,
And an utter desolation slowly settled over all.
Still, when o’er the brow of Etna
Livid shades begin to roll,
Tell the simple herdsmen, daunted
By the twilight, terror-haunted,
How she felt the fiend’s control,