Apostasy
Another stranger guest:
He callsI comemy pulse scarce beats,
My heart fails in my breast.
Again that voicehow far away,
How dreary sounds that tone!
And I, methinks, am gone astray
In trackless wastes and lone.
I fain would rest a little while:
Where can I find a stay,
Till dawn upon the hills shall smile,
And show some trodden way?
' I come! I come! ' in haste she said,
' 'Twas Walter's voice I heard! '
Then up she sprangbut fell back, dead,
His name her latest word.
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