While the very wild wind hung
On the music of the tongue
Of the lovely Zegri Ladye—
The Ladye weeping there.
Not with daylight to discover
How the wretched weep,
Will the maiden wail her lover
Or her brothers keep
In remembrance with her tears.
Grief hath stern and silent powers,
And her house is proud,
Not to-day’s cold guarded hours
Is despair allow'd;
But, shut out with haughty fears,
Pride with daylight disappears,
From the lovely Zegri Ladye—
The Ladye weeping there.
But her slight frame has been shaken
By the sudden blight,
And her dark eyes are forsaken
By their former light;
Heavy is their settled gloom.
And her wan cheek beareth token
Of young life's decline;
You may see the heart is broken
By each outward sign.
Soon the heart can life consume,
Fast approaching is the tomb,
Of the lonely Zegri Ladye —
Of the Ladye weeping there.
