XVI.

And her skeleton form the dead Nun rear’d, Which dripp’d with the chill dew of hell. In her half-eaten eyeballs two pale flames appear’d, And triumphant their gleam on the dark Monk glared, As he stood within the cell.

And her lank hand lay on his shuddering brain; But each power was nerved by fear.-- “I never, henceforth, may breathe again; Death now ends mine anguish’d pain.-- The grave yawns,--we meet there.”