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Call up the spirit of the ocean, bid / Him raise the storm! The waves begin to heave, / To curl, to foam; the white surges run far / Upon the darkening waters, and mighty / Sounds of strife are heard. Wrapt in the midnight / Of the clouds, sits Terror, meditating / Woe. Her doubtful form appears and fades, / Like the shadow of Death, when he mingles / With the gloom of the sepulchre, and broods / In lonely silence. Her spirits are abroad! / They do her bidding! Hark, to that shriek! / The echoes of the shore have heard!
Ellena, meanwhile, when she had been carried from the chapel of San Sebastian, was placed upon a horse in waiting, and, guarded by the two men who had seized her, commenced a journey, which continued with little interruption during two nights and days. She had no means of judging whither she was going, and listened in vain expectation, for the feet of horses, and the voice of Vivaldi, who, she had been told, was following on the same road.