That light she vowed should never quit her bower.

 "Steer straight for yonder light on Ragnor's crown!" The captain made reply. They set the helm; And now with wings outstretched they swiftly fly, Where demons will with mocking laugh o'erwhelm And dance with fiendish glee to see them sink and drown. 

"Steer straight for yonder light on Ragnor's crown!"

The captain made reply.

They set the helm;

And now with wings outstretched they swiftly fly,

Where demons will with mocking laugh o'erwhelm

 

 

 The Lamp of Death. 

 Sir Guy had heard afar the tidings fell Of Harold Wynn's return From Holy Land. The news more fiercely made his wrath to burn. Hence hot with hate he sought Old Ragnor's strand, Whose peaceful haunts became again a very hell. 

Sir Guy had heard afar the tidings fell

Of Harold Wynn's return

From Holy Land.

The news more fiercely made his wrath to burn.

Hence hot with hate he sought Old Ragnor's strand,

 By Eric fed, the beacon lamp once more Shone o'er the treach'rous sea Which hid Death's maw. Rowena had a secret gate whose key, Her page had used. Her light, Sir Guy first saw. O madd'ning sight!  "If saved, Rowena dies," he swore. 

By Eric fed, the beacon lamp once more

Shone o'er the treach'rous sea

Which hid Death's maw.

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