"I am come—I am come! once again from the tomb, 
    In return for the ring which you gave; 
That I am thine, and that thou art mine, 
    This nuptial pledge receive."

He lay like a corse 'neath the Demon's force, 
    And she wrapp'd him in a shround;
And she fixed her teeth his heart beneath, 
    And she drank of the warm life-blood!

And ever and anon murmur'd the lips of stone,
    "Soft and warm is this couch of thine, 
Thou'lt to-morrow be laid on a colder bed—
    Albert! that bed will be mine!"