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 Christabel answer'd—Woe is me! She died the hour that I was born. I have heard the gray-hair'd friar tell, How on her death-bed she did say, That she should bear the castle bell Strike twelve upon my wedding day. O mother dear! that thou wert here! I would, said Geraldine, she were!

But soon with alter'd voice, said she— "Off, wandering mother! Peak and pine! I have power to bid thee flee." Alas! what ails poor Geraldine? Why stares she with unsettled eye? Can she the bodiless dead espy? And why with hollow voice cries she, "Off, woman, off! this hour is mine— Though thou her guardian spirit be, Of, woman, off! 'tis given to me."