Oh nature! though the blast is yelling, Loud roaring through the bending tree, There's sorrow in man's darksome dwelling, There's rapture still with thee!
Visions of the years gone by Flash upon my mental eye; Ages time no longer numbers, Forms that share oblivion's slumbers, Creatures of that elder world Now in dust and darkness hurled,...
An awful vision floats before my sight, Black as the storm and fearful as the night: Thy fall, oh Babylon!--the awful doom Pronounced by Heaven to hurl thee to the tomb,...
Methought last night I saw thee lowly laid, Thy pallid cheek yet paler, on the bier; And scattered round thee many a lovely braid Of flowers, the brightest of the closing year;...
"When will the grave fling her cold arms around me, And earth on her dark bosom pillow my head? Sorrow and trouble and anguish, have found me, Oh that I slumbered in peace with the dead! ...