XXXVI

Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake;

      For there was striving, in its piteous tongue,

To speak as when on earth it was awake,

      And Isabella on its music hung:

Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake,

      As in a palsied Druid's harp unstrung;

And through it moan'd a ghostly under-song,

Like hoarse night-gusts sepulchral briars among.