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The heir of Rookwood.
Into his net? 'Twas thus my heart arraigned me
Unfaithful to my trust.
A crescent moon
Waxed into golden fulness. Came a night
Of blended light and storm. High craggy clouds,
Along whose clefts the constant lightning played,
Rose toppling o'er the hills, and, half-way hung,
Betwixt the zenith and pale horizon.
The moon was struggling upward. Midnight near,
I, seated at my window, heard again
Footsteps above, and marked her lamp's pale ray
Paint Lilia's semblance on the turret wall.
I heard her pass my door and saw her stand
Upon the lawn, beneath, ere, shrouding close
My figure in a mantle's dark' disguise,
I followed.
Nay, how light across the turf
She trod—across the turf where I had guided
Her infant steps! Not down the lane that led
To Arthur's boundaries. Soon the swollen, wave
Was audible. She stood and listened then
With lifted hand. Did Arthur meet her there?
Unfaithful to my trust.
A crescent moon
Waxed into golden fulness. Came a night
Of blended light and storm. High craggy clouds,
Along whose clefts the constant lightning played,
Rose toppling o'er the hills, and, half-way hung,
Betwixt the zenith and pale horizon.
The moon was struggling upward. Midnight near,
I, seated at my window, heard again
Footsteps above, and marked her lamp's pale ray
Paint Lilia's semblance on the turret wall.
I heard her pass my door and saw her stand
Upon the lawn, beneath, ere, shrouding close
My figure in a mantle's dark' disguise,
I followed.
Nay, how light across the turf
She trod—across the turf where I had guided
Her infant steps! Not down the lane that led
To Arthur's boundaries. Soon the swollen, wave
Was audible. She stood and listened then
With lifted hand. Did Arthur meet her there?
