If ye take me by the hand?"

_And ever the great bell overhead,_
_And the tumbling sea mourned for the dead;_
_For their song ceased, and they were dead._


THE GHOST'S PETITION: CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

"There's a footstep coming; look out and see."--
"The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the lea."--

"There's a footstep coming; O sister, look."--
"The ripple flashes, the white foam dashes;
No one cometh across the brook."--

"But he promised that he would come:
To-night, to-morrow, in joy or sorrow,
He must keep his word, and must come home.

"For he promised that he would come;
His word was given; from earth to heaven,
He must keep his word, and must come home.

"Go to sleep, my sweet sister Jane;
You can slumber, who need not number
Hour after hour, in doubt and pain.

"I shall sit here awhile and watch;