...unable to accept the fact of her death, is determined that Long and loving our life shall be And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree When the footstep of death is near! So "Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds/His path was rugged and sore." Calling and calling to the maid...

...long, nnd loving our lives shall be, I'll hide the mnld in a cypress-tree, When the footstep of Heath is near. "Away to the Dismal Swamp he speeds; His...and sore, Through tangled juniper, beds of reeds. And many n fen where the serpent feeds, And man never trod before. "And when on the ground he sunk...