LV.

The trampling of a steed! A tall white steed, Rending his fiery way the crowds among-- A storm’s way through a forest--came at speed, And a wild voice cried “Inez!” Swift she flung The mantle from her face, and gazed around, With a faint shriek at that familiar sound; And from his seat a breathless rider sprung. And dash’d off fiercely those who came to part, And rush’d to that pale girl, and clasp’d her to his heart.