All night the fretful, shrill Banshee
Lurks in the chambers' dark festoons,
Calling for ever, o'er garden and river,
Through magpie changing of the moons:
'Alulvan, O, alas! Alulvan,
The doom of lone Alulvan!'
THE PEDLAR
There came a Pedlar to an evening house;
Sweet Lettice, from her lattice looking down,