And now they look’d to Heav’n, and smil’d, Three paly lamps descended! And now their shoulders seem’d to bear Expanding pinions broad and fair, And now they wav’d in viewless air! And so, the Vision ended. _GOLFRE_, _PART FIFTH._ Now, suddenly, a storm arose, The thunder roar’d, tremendous! The lightning flash’d, the howling blast Fierce, strong, and desolating, past The Altitudes stupendous! Rent by the wind, a fragment huge From the steep summit bounded: That summit, where the Peasant’s breast Found, mid the snow, a grave of rest, By GOLFRE’s poniard wounded. Loud shrieks, across the mountain wild, Fill’d up the pause of thunder: The groves of Pine the lightning past, And swift the desolating blast Scatter’d them wide asunder. The Castle-turrets seem’d to blaze, The lightning round them flashing; The drawbridge now was all on fire, The moat foam’d high, with furious ire, Against the black walls dashing. The Prison Tow’r was silver white, And radiant as the morning; Two angels’ wings were spreading wide, The battlements, from side to side— And lofty roof adorning. And now the Bride was sore afraid, She sigh’d, and cross’d her breast; She kiss’d her simple rosary, Made of the mountain holly-tree, By sainted Fathers blest. She kiss’d it once, she kiss’d it twice; It seem’d to freeze her breast; The cold show’rs fell from ev’ry tree, They fell upon her rosary Like nature’s tears, “twice blest!” “What do you fear?” the BARON cried— For ZORIETTO trembled— “A WOLF,” she sigh’d with whisper low, “Hark how the angry whirlwinds blow “Like Demons dark assembled. “That WOLF! which did my Lover slay!” The BARON wildly started. “That Wolf accurs’d!” she madly cried— “Whose fangs, by human gore were dyed, “Who dragg’d him down the mountain’s side, “And left me—Broken hearted!” Now GOLFRE shook in ev’ry joint, He grasp’d her arm, and mutter’d; Hell seem’d to yawn, on ev’ry side, “Hear me!” the frantic tyrant cried— “HEAR ME!” a faint voice utter’d.