The Lamp of Death.
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Sir Guy had heard afar the tidings fell Of Harold Wynn's return From Holy Land. The news more fiercely made his wrath to burn. Hence hot with hate he sought Old Ragnor's strand, Whose peaceful haunts became again a very hell.
By Eric fed, the beacon lamp once more Shone o'er the treach'rous sea Which hid Death's maw. Rowena had a secret gate whose key, Her page had used. Her light, Sir Guy first saw. O madd'ning sight! "If saved, Rowena dies," he swore.
The light of life, he quenched, and straightway hung A lamp to lure to death. His eyes shot fire As straight he saw her come. He held his breath, At length he heard the crash. No Nero's lyre Across his work of death such yells of triumph flung!