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      She meets him in the wood , in darkness and storm , a $ d he receives her with words of mystery and terror * — " Hesperus . We foite * here ,

      The bridemaids are without : well picked * thbu * le say . : Wan ghosts of woebegone , self-slaughtered maids , In their best winding sheets ; start not , I bid theifl wipS Their gory bosoms ; they'll look wondrous comely ; Our link-boy , Will-o ' -the-Wfep , is waiting too , To light us to our grave—bridal I mean . Floribel . Ha ! how iriy veins are chilled—why HSsp&rtifc !

      Hesperus . What ! Darest thou tremble Under thy husband ' s arm , darest think of fe&r ? Dost dread me , —me ? Floribel . I know not what to dread

      Nor what to hope ; all's horrible and doubtful , And coldness creeps ¦ Hesperus . She swoons , poor girl , she swoons . And treacherous daemons , yeVe allowed a drop To linger in my eyes . Out , out for ever . _ I ' ni fierce again . Now shall I slay the victim

      As she lies senseless ? Ah I she wakes ; cheer up , 'Twas but a jest , Floribel . A dread and cruel one ; But 111 forgive you , if you will be kind ; And yet ' twas frightful .

      Alas ! he raves again . Sweetest , what mean you By these strange words ? ttesperus . What mean I ? Death and murdfcf , Darkness and misery I To thy prayers and shrift ; Earth gives thee back ; thy ( rod hath sent me for thee ; Repent and die I Floribel . Oh , if thou wiliest it , love , If thou but speak it with thy natural voice , AM smile upon me ; I'll not think it pain ,

      BtiiJ ehe&rfulljr I'll seek me out a grate * And sleep as sweetly as on Hesperus' breast—Why dost thou thrust thy fingers in th y bosom ? Hesperus . Well , speak on ; and thfcri * When thou hast dpne thy tale , I will but kill thee .

      Come tell me all my vows , how they are brbken 9 Say that my love was feigned and black deceit , Pour out thy bitterest , till untamed wrath " Melt all his chains dff with his fiery breath , And rush a hungering out .

      Floribel . Oh piteous Heavens 1 I see it now . Some wild and poisonous , creature Hath wounded him , and with contagious fmcr ' c > Planted this fury in his veins . He hides , The mangled fingers . Dearest , trusi them to me .

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 1, 1837, page 151, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1829/page/25/