She sits within the white oak hall,
  Hung with the trophies of the chase—
Helen, a stately maid and tall,
  Dark-haired and pale of face;
With drooping lids and eyes that brood,
Sunk in the depths of some strange mood,
  She gazes in the fireplace, where
  The oozing pine logs snap and flare,
Wafting the perfume of their native...