text:  It seems but now that blood was spilt whose stain Proclaims the dastard soul--the bloody reign Of the Eighth Harry--vampire to his wife Who traffick'd for his divorce with her life; So fresh so moist each ruddy drop appears Indelible through centuries of years! And who is this whose beauteous figure moves Onward to meet the reeking form she loves; Whose noble mien--whose dignity of grace Extort compassion from each gazing face? 'Tis Dudley's bride! like some fair opening flower Torn from its stem--she meets fate's direst hour; Still unappall'd she views that bloody bier Takes her last sad farewell without a tear