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Part as just the setting sun Tells the fatal day is done. Vanish all those serpent rings, To her feet the lady springs, And the shriek rings through the cell, Of despairing love's farewell,— Hope and happiness are o'er, They can meet on earth no more. ———— Years have past since this wild tale— Still is heard that lady's wail, Ever round that ancient tower, Ere its lord's appointed hour.

With a low and moaning breath She must mark approaching death, While remains Lord Raymond's line Doomed to wander and to pine. Yet, before the stars are bright, On the evening's purple light, She beside the fountain stands Wringing sad her shadowy hands. May our Lady, as long years Pass with their atoning tears, Pardon with her love divine The fountain fairy—Melusine!*


 * Raymond, first Lord of Lusignan, died as a hermit, at Monserrat. Melusina's was a yet harsher doom: fated to flit over the earth, in pain and sorrow, as a spectre. Only when one of the race of Lusignan was about to die, does she become visible,—and wanders wailing around the Castle. Tradition also represents her shadow as hovering over the Fountain of Thirst.—Thomas's Lays and Legends.