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 Rh "Horse, horse! meseems 'tis the cock's shrill note, And the sand is well nigh spent; Horse, horse, away! 'tis the break of day,— 'Tis the morning air's sweet scent. Finished, finished is our ride: Room, room for the bridegroom and the bride! At last, at last, we have reached the spot, For the speed of the dead man has slackened not!"

And swiftly up to an iron gate With reins relaxed they went; At the rider's touch the bolts flew back, And the bars were broken and bent; The doors were burst with a deafening knell, And over the white graves they dashed pell mell; The tombs around looked grassy and grim, As they glimmered and glanced in the moonlight dim.