And then his dread grew wrath, and his wrath fierce,

And he arose, advanced—the Shade retreated;

But Juan, eager now the truth to pierce,

Followed, his veins no longer cold, but heated,

Resolved to thrust the mystery carte and tierce,

At whatsoever risk of being defeated:

The Ghost stopped, menaced, then retired, until

He reached the ancient wall, then stood stone still.