Tlot - tlot, in the frosty silence ! Tlot - tlot, in the echoing night ! nearer he came and nearer. her face was like a light. her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath, then her finger moved in the moonlight, shttered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
he turned. he spurred to the west; he did not know who stood bowed, with her head o' er the musket drenched whit her own blood! not till the dawn he head it, and his face grew grey to her how Bess, the landlord's daughter, the landlord's black-eyed daughter, had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.