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He sought to take her hand; but back she flung The shrowding mantle that around her clung. "Ah! start you at my livid lip and brow? You are familiar with such signs ere now! O for a few short words! I've own'd the whole: Ere this the Count has my scroll.— The darkness gathers on my failing eye,—, let me gaze on thee and die! O God, unloose this bracelet's fiery clasp!"— Her spirit pass'd in that convulsive gasp. The struggle's o'er,—that wild heart does not beat; She lies a ghastly corpse before his feet.

They show the traveller still a lonely tomb, Hid in the darkness of a cloister's gloom;