But as the Priest drew nigh,

A power invisible opposed his way;

Starting, he uttered wildly a death-cry,

And fell. At that the Maid all eagerly

Lifted in hope her head;

She thought her own deliverer had been near;

When lo! with other life re-animate,

She saw the dead arise,

And in the fiendish joy within his eyes,

She knew the hateful Spirit who look’d through

Their specular orbs, . . cloth’d in the flesh of man

She knew the accursed soul of Arvalan.