Classic Poem

3.

The wild song ceas'd; and with a scream,
Uprais'd in bed, the maiden said,
" Could she be here? I do not dream.
Where art thou? thou who sung'st so well!
My Telma! Friend, lov'd long and well!
Answer me!
Oh, Beautiful and Terrible!
Answer me!
Why hast thou absent been so long?
I know, my envy did thee wrong;
But I have miss'd thee, yearn'd for thee.
Belov'd and Dreadful! let me see
Thy visage pale! and tell to me
Thy dreadful tale. "

4.

No voice replies. Nor form, nor face,
In glittering twilight, can she trace.
In vain, she seeks repose;
In vain, her eyelids close:
Sleepless, she tosses, till the grey
Of morning brightens into day.

5.

Day follows day, and Etheline
Is happier than a bride;
Still nursing little Telmarine
At lonely Waterside.
Them madness guards, and watches well,
With vigilance invincible;
And he may yet on man depend,
Whom madness watches, as a friend.