Phantastes, A Faerie Romance

But what was the Queen to me, when I followed my white lady? I dashed

the door to the wall and sprang through. Lo! I stood on a waste windy

hill. Great stones like tombstones stood all about me. No door, no

palace was to be seen. A white figure gleamed past me, wringing her

hands, and crying, "Ah! you should have sung to me; you should have sung

to me!" and disappeared behind one of the stones. I followed. A cold

gust of wind met me from behind the stone; and when I looked, I saw

nothing but a great hole in the earth, into which I could find no way

of entering. Had she fallen in? I could not tell. I must wait for the

daylight. I sat down and wept, for there was no help.