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The death-bell beats! - / The mountain repeats / The echoing sound of the knell; / And the dark Monk now / Wraps the cowl round his brow, / As he sits in his lonely cell.
And the cold hand of death / Chills his shuddering breath, / As he lists to the fearful lay / Which the ghosts of the sky, / As they sweep wildly by, / Sing to departed day. / And they sing of the hour / When the stern fates had power / To resolve Rosa's form to its clay.