Of the knoll of the desolate knell.
And the steed, as aroused by a spell,
Sprang away with a withering yell,
While the old man strove again,
But each time, with feebler force,
To arrest the spectral horse
In its mad, remorseless course,
But, alas! he strove in vain.
“Dong—dong!” And the sound of a bell
Went wailing away over meadow and mere— “Eight!”