Apostasy

Another stranger guest:
He calls­I come­my pulse scarce beats,
My heart fails in my breast.
Again that voice­how far away,
How dreary sounds that tone!
And I, methinks, am gone astray
In trackless wastes and lone.

I fain would rest a little while:
Where can I find a stay,
Till dawn upon the hills shall smile,
And show some trodden way?
' I come! I come! ' in haste she said,
' 'Twas Walter's voice I heard! '
Then up she sprang­but fell back, dead,
His name her latest word.

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