Western Reserve chronicle and weekly transcript of the times. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1854-1855, 1855-03-07

Moaning, turned from side to side;
And, sobbing in my bed, l cried,
Till night in calm and darkness crept
Around me, and at last l slept.
When suddenly l woke to see
The Lady bending over me.
The drops of cold November rain
Were falling from her long, damp hair ;
Her anxious eyes were dim with pain:
Yet she looked wondrous fair.
Arrayed for scme great feast she came,
With stones that shone andburntli like flams
Wound round her neck, like some bright
snake,
And set like stars within her hair,
They sparkled so, they seemed to make
A glory everywhere.
l felt her tears upon my face,
Her kisses on my eyes;
And strange thought could not trace
L felt within my heart arise
And, half in feveIish pain, said
80, if my mother were not dead ]"
And Walter bade me sleep; but she
Said, "Is it not the same to thee
That atch by thy bed?"
| answered her, al love you too;
But it can never be the same;
She was no Countess like to you,
Nor wore such sparkling stones of fame"
o the wild look of fear and dread
The cry she gave of bitter woe!
l often wonder what said
To make her moan and shudder so.
Through the long night she tended me
With such sweet care and charity.
But | shall weary you to tell
All that | know and love so well;
Yet one night more stands out alone
With sad sweetness all its own.
The wind blew loud that dreary night,
Its wailing voice l well remember
The stars shone out so large and bright
Upon the frosty fir boughs white
That dreary night of cold December.
l saw old Walter silent stand,
Watching the soft last fakes of snow
With looks l could not understand
OF strange perplexity and woe.
At last he turned AMI took my hand,
And said the Countess Just had sent
To bid US come; for she would fain
See me once more, before she went
Away,-never to come again.
We came in silence through the wood
Our football was the only sound,
To where the great white castle stood,
With darkness shadowing it around.
Breathless, we trod with cautious care
Up the great echoing marble stair
Trembling, by Walters hand held,
Scared by the splendours beheld:
Now thinking, should the Earl appear
Now looking up with giddy fear
To the dim vaulted roof that spread
Its gloomy arches overhead.
Long corridors We softly past,
My heart was beating loud and fast
And reached the Lady's room at last.
A strange faint odor seemed to weigh
Upon the dim and darkened air,
One shaded lamp, with softened ray,
Scarce showed the gloomy splendour
there;
The dull red brands were burning low;
And yet fitful gleam of light,
Would now and then with sudden glow,
Start forth, then sink again in night.
l gazed around, yet half in fear,
Till Walter tod me to draw near.
And in the strange and Pickering light,
Towards the Lady's bed l crept,
All folded round with snowy white,
She lay Zone would have said she slept,)
So still the look of that white face,
1t seemed as it were carved in stone.
| paused before dared to place,
Within her cold white hand my own.
But, with smile of sweet surprise,
She turned 10 me her dreamy eyes;
And slowly as if life were pain,
She drew me in her arms to lie:
She strove to speak, but strove in vain
Each breath was like long-drawn sigh,
The throbs that seemed to shake her
breast,
The trembling clasp, so loose, End weak,
At last grew calmer, and at rest
And then she strove once more to speak:
"My COP, 1 thank thee, that my pain
OF day By day and year by year,
Has not been suffered all in vain,
And may die while he is near.
| will not fear but that Thy grace
Has swept away my sin and woe,
And sent this little angel face,
In my last hour to tell me so.'
(And here her voice grew faint and low
my child where'er thy life may 60,
10 know that thou art brave and trne;