Days, weeks, and months thus passed, but still, No sign Rowena gave. She's dead, he thought; Yon yawning sea no doubt conceals her grave. And then his rage a direful vengeance wrought, For him whose steadfast love had made her thwart his will. 

Days, weeks, and months thus passed, but still,

No sign Rowena gave.

She's dead, he thought;

Yon yawning sea no doubt conceals her grave.

And then his rage a direful vengeance wrought,

 No turret lights now burned at night, save one, And that a feeble speck, Straight o'er Hell Rock. On this a noble ship, one night, became a wreck; The cliffs resounded with the awful shock— The Demon-Wrecker thought too well his work was done! 

No turret lights now burned at night, save one,

And that a feeble speck,

Straight o'er Hell Rock.

On this a noble ship, one night, became a wreck;

The cliffs resounded with the awful shock—

 

 

 Old Ragnor's Dungeons Grim. 

 Hewn out of solid rock, some fathoms deep Old Ragnor's dungeons lay. A massive chain Which two men scarce could move a foot away, Joined door above to door below. Its strain Upon the stone-cut stairs still makes the flesh to creep. 

Hewn out of solid rock, some fathoms deep

Old Ragnor's dungeons lay.

A massive chain

Which two men scarce could move a foot away,

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