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my dreams I see a castle standing by the Northern seas, Where the long Atlantic rollers lash the rugged Orcades, And a stately lady walking up and down beneath the trees.

Why does the lady wander there, in robes of white array'd? Why does she carry in her hand a sharp and shining blade, While her features work with agony, her eyes with fear dismay'd?

She slowly passes through the grove of wind-swept melody, Till she stands beside the ocean, and then, full suddenly, She cuts her heart from out her breast, and casts it in the sea.