midnight
And then the screeching bird of night Would mope upon the crumbling walls , And chirking whutthroats claim the right To gambol in the ancient halls . In yonder vault , deep down below , Half choked with hoary eglantine , Sleep side by side in lengthened row The proud Roseallan 's noble line . The hairy wing-mouse flutters there , The owl mopes as in days of yore , Strange eldritch sounds salute the ear , Unholy things crawl on the floor . How oft alone at midnight hour I stand within that silent tomb , What time the moon with waning power Is struggling through increasing gloom , On one sole bier _ his _ tears would fall , For _ her _ his groans come evermore , Whose silver voice once filled the hall , Whose feet once lightly tript the floor . In the castle of Kildrennie , Up in her chamber high , There sat the fair Burde Annie , And with her County Guy -- Come lately from the east , As far as Palestine , Where he had sent to his long rest Many a bold Saracen . Sir Guy his burning love hath told , And a favour he hath won , For lo ! a ring of virgin gold Shines there his finger on .