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Rh Dark was the night and rough the road
 * The Heiress in her anguish trod;

To frenzy wrought, her only thought
 * To hide her shame beneath the sod.

Ask not what woeful deed was done
 * Ere dimly dawned the sombre day;

What madness of despair sent forth
 * That dreadful cry above the bay!

The sea-mews rose and wheeled and crossed,
 * White wings against the dark brow'd hill;

And widening circles on the tide
 * Broke silently, and all was still.

At Earey-Cushlin blinds are drawn,
 * And whispers fill the stagnant air,

Wet foot-prints track the silent hall,
 * And sea-weed drips from off the stair.