O, mistress of the powerful fpell, "His doubtful fate decide."

"And ceafe, 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 charms,
Then reach'd the labouring moon,

And, clotidlefs 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 ferpents, bore
The altar's base obscene.

Eyelefs, a huge and ftarved toad fat
In corner murk aloof,

And many a snake and famish'd bat
Clung to the creviced roof.

A fox

A fox and vulture's fkeletons
A yawning rift betray'd,

And grappling ftill each other's bones,
The strife of death display'd.

"And now, my child," the Sorcerefs faid, "Lord Wolfwold's father's grave

"To me fhall render up the dead,

"And fend him to my cave.

"His skeleton fhall hear my spell, "And to the figured walls

"His hand of bone fhall point, and tell

"What fate his fon befalls."

O cold down Ulla's fnow-like face
The trembling fweat drops fell,
And, borne by fprites of gliding pace,
The corfe approach'd the cell.

And thrice the Witch her magic wand
. Waved o'er the skeleton;

And flowly, at the dread command,
Up rofe the arm of bone.

In ghaftly writhes her mouth, fo wide
And black, the Sorcerefs throws,

"And be thofe figns, my child," fhe cried,
"Fulfill'd on Wolfwold's foes!

"A happier fpell I now fhall try;

"Attend, my child, attend,

"And mark what flames from altar high, "And lowly floor, afcend.

"If of the rofes fofteft red

"The blaze fhines 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 fwift fimote the ground,
Her hands aloft were spread,

And every joint as marble bound,

Felt Horror's darkest dread.

Her lips, erewhile fo like the rofe,
Were now as vi'let pale,

And trembling in convulfive throes,
Exprefs'd o'erwhelming ail.

Her

Her

eyes, erewhile so starry bright, Where living luftre shone,

Were now transform'd to fightless white,

Like eyes of lifeless stone.

And foon the dreadful spell was o'er,
And glimmering to the view,
The quivering flame rose through the floor;
A flame of ghaftly blue.

Behind the altar's livid fire,

Low from the inmost cave,

Young Wolfwold rofe 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 fhade,

Her heart ftruck at her fide,

And burft-low bow'd her liftless head,
And down fhe funk, and died.