She wanted not more light herself, but he,

Her knight, so true and brave,

Filled all her soul.

She thought she saw him drown yet none to save

Him, bent an oar. Her brain burnt like a coal.

 Weeks passed and still she only moaned and raved. Nor slept by night or day. One voice alone At last was found the fever's course to stay; 'Twas when she heard her faithful Eric's tone, When he in hot haste came and instant audience craved. 

Weeks passed and still she only moaned and raved.

Nor slept by night or day.

One voice alone

At last was found the fever's course to stay;

'Twas when she heard her faithful Eric's tone,

 

 

 The Demon Wrecker. 

 If grief had wrung Sir Guy's stern heart that night, He stood among his dead; 'Twixt grief and ire, He now a maniac grew. Sleep from him fled; He passed the night with warders round their fire, While every turret-room was all ablaze with light. 

If grief had wrung Sir Guy's stern heart that night,

He stood among his dead;

'Twixt grief and ire,

He now a maniac grew. Sleep from him fled;

He passed the night with warders round their fire,

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