That you shall wish the fiery Dane Rides forth upon destruction's wing; XXXII. Fixed was her look, and stern her air; Her figure seemed to rise more high; "Sister, let thy sorrows cease; From that dire dungeon, place of doom, Paced forth the judges three; XXXIII. A hundred winding steps convey With speed their upward way they take, Even in the vesper's heavenly tone, Slow o'er the midnight wave it swung, So far was heard the mighty knell, Then couched him down beside the hind, END OF CANTO SECOND. |