But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
She’s wailing presumably because he isn’t there. Why isn’t he there? He must be enchanted. I can hear her wail now: “My demon-lover is stuck!”
He must have gotten caught under the cedarn cover. Good place for him.
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