One summer's eve as Mariane stood
In pensive melancholy mood
By lattice of her room
Gazing with wrapt and solemn eyes
And oft' repeated mournful sighs
And face which spoke of gloom

Towards w[h]ere a tow'ring palace peered
Bove a wide extending wood
Its high head statelily upreared
O'er tall trees stretching many a rood.
She gazzed & gazed till tears 'gan start
From sad deep fountain of her heart
Then slowly turned away
She sat her down to think alone
And by herself to mourn and moan
And weep till close of day

Then she took a net-work veil
To 'Broider graceful flowers thereon
But O! her face turned deadly pale
The While she laboured all alone

To think that Arthur was not there
The mighty work with her to share
And wind the cobweb silk
On ivory bobins beautiful
Or for her flow'r-vase wreaths to cull
Of lillies white as milk

But suddenly she heard a voice
From the green shady lane below
Which made her starting to rejoice
And down the stairs she swift did go

And when the pleasant walk she gained
Bright tears of joy her blue eyes rained
For he was standing there
Forward she sprang, but sudden stopped
& from her tongue no welcome dropped
Arthur like empty air

Full fast before her, noiseless flies
With an upbraiding ghost-like look
Fixed were his dark & lustrous eyes
No sigh or murmur from him broke

He raised his hand & beckoned Her
No sound was heard no rust'ling stir
As swift he glided on
Until they reached the churchyard gate
The hour now had waxed late
Had set the golden sun

The moon had risen and many a star
Looked from the windows of the sky
Like lamps bright beaming from afar
They glowed in the blue arc on high

A hollow breeze blows o'er the grav[es]
wildly waves
The unmown whistling grass
Each monument in moonlight sleeps

As on the loud winds pass

Now the church in ruins bowed
They ent[e]red soft & silently
And lo! enwraped with snowy shroud
In the midst did form of Arthur lie

Marianne trembling with the shock
Sent forth a loud & peircing scream

She raised her head it was a dream