Why swims pale Mena’s heavy eye?
Why walks she with a falt’ring step?
Why heaves she now the sudden sigh?
Has not her gallant lover kept
His knightly word? or, can it be
That he has fall’n beyond the sea?
She had last night a fearful dream,
‘A spirit woke her,’ (it did seem,)
‘And with a finger gory red,
Pointed her to a bleeding head;