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XXXVI.

Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake;

⁠For there was striving, in its piteous tongue,
To speak as when on earth it was awake,
⁠And Isabella on its music hung:
Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake,
⁠As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung;
And through it moan'd a ghostly under-song,
Like hoarse night-gusts sepulchral briars among.

XXXVII.

Its eyes, though wild, were still all dewy bright

⁠With love, and kept all phantom fear aloof290
From the poor girl by magic of their light,
⁠The while it did unthread the horrid woof
Of the late darken'd time,—the murderous spite
⁠Of pride and avarice,—the dark pine roof
In the forest,—and the sodden turfed dell,
Where, without any word, from stabs he fell.