XLII

And they are gone: aye, ages long ago

      These lovers fled away into the storm.

      That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe,

      And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form

      Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm,

      Were long be-nightmared. Angela the old

      Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform;

      The Beadsman, after thousand aves told,

For aye unsought-for slept among his ashes cold.