But Emily hath raised her head, And is again disquieted; She must behold!--so many gone, Where is the solitary One? 175 And forth from Rylstone-hall stepped she, To seek her Brother forth she went, And tremblingly her course she bent Toward[174] Bolton's ruined Priory. She comes, and in the vale hath heard 180 The funeral dirge;--she sees the knot Of people, sees them in one spot-- And darting like a wounded bird She reached the grave, and with her breast Upon the ground received the rest,-- 185 The consummation, the whole ruth And sorrow of this final truth! CANTO SEVENTH "Powers there are That touch each other to the quick--in modes Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive, No soul to dream of."[OO] Thou Spirit, whose angelic hand Was to the harp a strong command, Called the submissive strings to wake In glory for this Maiden's sake, Say, Spirit! whither hath she fled 5 To hide her poor afflicted head? What mighty forest in its gloom Enfolds her?--is a rifted tomb Within the wilderness her seat? Some island which the wild waves beat-- 10 Is that the Sufferer's last retreat? Or some aspiring rock, that shrouds Its perilous front in mists and clouds? High-climbing rock, low[175] sunless dale, Sea, desert, what do these avail? 15 Oh take her anguish and her fears Into a deep[176] recess of years!