XIII + 

He follow’d through a lowly arched way, + 

Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume; + 

And as she mutter’d “Well-a⁠—well-a-day!” + 

He found him in a little moonlight room, + 

Pale, latticed, chill, and silent as a tomb. + 

“Now tell me where is Madeline,” said he, + 

“O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom + 

Which none but secret sisterhood may see, + 

When they St. Agnes’ wool are weaving piously.” + 