Returning from their evening walk,
On yonder ancient stile,
In sweet, romantic, tender talk,
Two lovers paused awhile:

E DMUND , the monarch of the dale,
All conscious of his powers;
E LLA , the lily of the vale,
The rose of Auburn 's bowers.

In airy Love's delightful bands
He held her heart in vain;
The Nymph denied her willing hands
To H YMEN 's awful chain.

" Ah! why, " said he, " our bliss delay?
Mine E LLA , why so cold?
Those who but love from day to day,
From day to day grow old.

" The bounding arrow cleaves the sky,
Nor leaves a trace behind;
And single lives like arrows fly,
— They vanish through the wind.

" In Wedlock's sweet endearing lot
Let us improve the scene,
That some may be, when we are not,
To tell — that we have been. "

" 'Tis now, " replied the village Belle,
" St. Mark's mysterious Eve;
And all that old traditions tell
I tremblingly believe: —

" How, when the midnight signal tolls,
Along the churchyard green
A mournful train of sentenced souls
In winding-sheets are seen.

" The ghosts of all whom D EATH shall doom
Within the coming year,
In pale procession walk the gloom,
Amid the silence drear.

" If E DMUND , bold in conscious might,
By love severely tried,
Can brave the terrors of to-night,
E LLA will be his bride. "

She spake, — and, like the nimble fawn,
From E DMUND 's presence fled:
He sought, across the rural lawn,
The dwelling of the dead.

That silent, solemn, simple spot,
The mouldering realm of peace,
Where human passions are forgot,
Where human follies cease.

The gliding moon through heaven serene
Pursued her tranquil way,
And shed o'er all the sleeping scene
A soft nocturnal day.

With swelling heart and eager feet
Young E DMUND gain'd the church,
And chose his solitary seat
Within the dreadful porch.

Thick, threatening clouds assembled soon,
Their dragon wings display'd;
Eclipsed the slow retiring moon,
And quench'd the stars in shade.

Amid the deep abyss of gloom
No ray of beauty smiled,
Save, glistening o'er some haunted tomb,
The glow-worm's lustre wild.

The village watch-dogs bay'd around,
The long grass whistled drear,
The steeple trembled to the ground,
Ev'n E DMUND quak'd with fear.

All on a sudden died the blast,
Dumb horror chill'd the air,
While N ATURE seem'd to pause aghast,
In uttermost despair.

— Twelve times the midnight herald toll'd,
As oft did E DMUND start;
For every stroke fell dead and cold
Upon his fainting heart.

Then glaring through the ghastly gloom,
Along the churchyard green,
The destined victims of the tomb
In winding sheets were seen.

In that strange moment E DMUND stood,
Sick with severe surprise!
While creeping horror drank his blood,
And fix'd his flinty eyes.

He saw the secrets of the grave;
He saw the face of DEATH:
No pitying power appear'd to save —
He gasp'd away his breath.

Yet still the scene his soul beguiled,
And every spectre cast
A look, unutterably wild,
On E DMUND as they pass'd.

All on the ground entranced he lay;
At length the vision broke:
— When, lo! — a kiss, as cold as clay,
The slumbering youth awoke.

That moment through a rifted cloud,
The darting moon display'd,
Robed in a melancholy shroud,
The image of a maid.

Her dusky veil aside she threw,
And show'd a face most fair:
" — My Love! my E LLA ! " E DMUND flew,
And clasp'd the yielding air.

" Ha! who art thou? " His cheek grew pale:
A well-known voice replied,
" E LLA , the lily of the vale;
E LLA — thy destined bride. "

To win his neck her airy arms
The pallid phantom spread;
Recoiling from her blasted charms,
The affrighted lover fled.

To shun the visionary maid,
His speed outstript the wind;
But, — though unseen to move, — the shade
Was evermore behind.

So D EATH 's unerring arrows glide,
Yet seem suspended still;
Nor pause, nor shrink, nor turn aside,
But smite, subdue, and kill.

O'er many a mountain, moor, and vale,
On that tremendous night,
The ghost of E LLA , wild and pale,
Pursued her lover's flight.

But when the dawn began to gleam,
Ere yet the morning shone,
She vanish'd like a nightmare-dream,
And E DMUND stood alone.

Three days, bewildered and forlorn,
He sought his home in vain;
At length he hail'd the hoary thorn
That crown'd his native plain.

'Twas evening; — all the air was balm,
The heavens serenely clear;
When the soft music of a psalm
Came pensive o'er his ear.

Then sunk his heart; — a strange surmise
Made all his blood run cold:
He flew, — a funeral met his eyes:
He paused, — a death-bell toll'd.

" 'Tis she! 'tis she! " — He burst away;
And bending o'er the spot
Where all that once was E LLA lay,
He all beside forgot.

A maniac now, in dumb despair,
With love-bewilder'd mien,
He wanders, weeps, and watches there,
Among the hillocks green.

And every Eve of pale S T. M ARK ,
As village hinds relate,
He walks with E LLA in the dark,
And reads the rolls of Fate.