text:  "Each gifted seer with words of fear forbids thee to depart And their warning strains an echo find in every faithful heart; A maiden weak e'en I must speak--ye gods assist me now! The characters of doom and death are graven on thy brow! "Last night my sire a vision dire thy daughter's eyes did see Suspended in mid air there hung a form resembling thee; Nay frown not thus my father dear; my tale will soon be done-- Methought that form was bathed by Jove and anointed by the sun!" "My child my child thy fancies wild I may not stay to hear