Chapter 55 No.55

And now that blind old Abbot rose,

To speak the Chapter's doom

On those the wall was to enclose,

Alive, within the tomb:

But stopped, because that woful maid,

Gathering her powers, to speak essayed.

Twice she essayed, and twice in vain;

Her accents might no utterance gain;

Nought but imperfect murmurs slip

From her convul