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Juliette.
Up in the turret a solemn knell
Tolled for the parting hour;
Over the ocean its echo fell,
One! two!—like a silver bell
Chiming afar in the sea-nymph's bower.
Tolled for the parting hour;
Over the ocean its echo fell,
One! two!—like a silver bell
Chiming afar in the sea-nymph's bower.
Shrill and loud -was the sea-bird's cry,
The watch-dog bayed as the moon rose high,
The great waves swelled below;
And the measured plash of a dipping oar
Broke softly through their constant roar,
And paused beneath the shade
Flung westward by that turret hoar
Where slept the prisoned maid.
The sentinel paced to and fro
Under the castle parapet,
But, in her chamber, Juliette
Heard not the tramp of his clanging foot,
Nor the watch-dog baying near:
Only the sound of a low-toned lute
Stole to her dreaming ear.
The watch-dog bayed as the moon rose high,
The great waves swelled below;
And the measured plash of a dipping oar
Broke softly through their constant roar,
And paused beneath the shade
Flung westward by that turret hoar
Where slept the prisoned maid.
The sentinel paced to and fro
Under the castle parapet,
But, in her chamber, Juliette
Heard not the tramp of his clanging foot,
Nor the watch-dog baying near:
Only the sound of a low-toned lute
Stole to her dreaming ear.
