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" O, mistress of the powerful spell,

" His doubtful fate decide." " And cease; my child, for all is well,"

The grizzly witch replied.

" Approach my cave, and where I place

“ The magic circle, ftand, “ And fear not aught of ghaftly face

“ That glides beneath my wand."

The grizzly witches powerful charins,

Then reach'd the labouring moon, And, clotidless at the dire alarms,

She shed her brightest noon.

The pale beam ftruggled through the shade;

That black'd the cavern's womb, And in the deepest nook betray'd

An altar and a tomb.

Around the tomb, in myftic lore,

Were forms of various mien,
And efts, and foul wing’d serpents, bore

The altar's base obscene.

Eyeless, a huge and starved toad sat

In corner murk aloof,
And many a snake and famish'a bat

Clung to the creviced roof.


A fox and vulture's skeletons

A yawning rift betray’d,
And grappling still each other's bones,

The strife of death display'd.

_" And now, my child,” the Sorceress said,

" Lord Wolfwold's father's grave os To me shall render


the dead, “ And send him to my cave.

6. His skeleton shall hear my spell,

“ And to the figured walls
" His hand of bone shall point, and tell

66 What fate his son befalls."

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O cold down Ulla's snow-like face

The tremblin. fweat drops fell,
And, borne by sprites of gliding pace;

The corse approach'd the cell.

And thrice the Witch her magic wand

Waved o’er the skeleton ;
And slowly, at the dread command,

Up rose the arm of bone.

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In ghastly writhes her mouth, so wide

And black, the Sorceress throws, -“ And be those signs, my child," she cried,

“ Fulfill'd on Wolfwold's foes !

" A happier spell I now shall try;

“ Attend, my child, attend, " And mark what flames from altar high,

“ And lowly floor, afcend.

• If of the roses fofteft red

66 The blaze shines forth to view, " Then Wolfwold lives—but Hell forbid

“ The glimmering flame of blue !" —

The Witch then raised her haggard arm,

And waved her wand on high ;
And, while the spoke the mutter'd charm,

Dark lightning fill'd her eye.

Fair Ulla's knee swift smote the ground,

Her hands aloft were spread, And every joint as marble bound,

Felt Horror's darkest dread.

Her lips, erewhile so like the rose,

Were now as vi’let pale,
And trembling in convulsive throes,

Express’d o’erwhelming ail.


Her eyes, erewhile so starry bright,

Where living lustre shone, Were now transform’d to sightless white,

Like eyes of lifeless stone:

And soon the dreadful spell was o'er,

And glimmering to the view, The quivering flame rose through the floor;

A flame of ghastly blue.

Behind the altar's livid fire,

Low from the inmost cave,
Young Wolfwold rose in pale attire,

The vestments of the grave.

His eye to Ulla's eye he rear'd,

His cheek was wan as clay,
And half cut through his hand appear'd

That beckon’d her away.

Fair Ulla faw the woeful shade,

Her heart struck at her side,
And burst-low bow'd her listless head,

And down she sunk, and died.

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