LV.

With frenzied strength from off her naked feet,

She tore the linen fetters they had bound,

And mantled closely in white winding sheet,

The maiden slid upon the icy ground;

With tottering steps that terror rendered fleet,

And trembling hands she traced the vault around,

Stumbling o'er rotten shells whose prison'd bones

Rattled beneath her touch with hollow groans.

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