The Demon Wrecker.
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If grief had wrung Sir Guy's stern heart that night, He stood among his dead; 'Twixt grief and ire, He now a maniac grew. Sleep from him fled; He passed the night with warders round their fire, While every turret-room was all ablaze with light.
Days, weeks, and months thus passed, but still, No sign Rowena gave. She's dead, he thought; Yon yawning sea no doubt conceals her grave. And then his rage a direful vengeance wrought, For him whose steadfast love had made her thwart his will.
No turret lights now burned at night, save one, And that a feeble speck, Straight o'er Hell Rock. On this a noble ship, one night, became a wreck; The cliffs resounded with the awful shock— The Demon-Wrecker thought too well his work was done!