Despair
And
canst
thou
mock
mine
agony,
thus
calm
In
cloudless
radiance,
Queen
of
silver
night?
Can
you,
ye
flow'rets,
spread
your
perfumed
balm
Mid
pearly
gems
of
dew
that
shine
so
bright?
And
you
wild
winds,
thus
can
you
sleep
so
still
Whilst
throbs
the
tempest
of
my
breast
so
high?
Can
the
fierce
night-fiends
rest
on
yonder
hill,
And,
in
the
eternal
mansions
of
the
sky,
Can
the
directors
of
the
storm
in
powerless
silence
lie?
Hark!
I
hear
music
on
the
zephyr’s
wing,
Louder
it
floats
along
the
unruffled
sky;
Some
fairy
sure
has
touched
the
viewless
string--
Now
faint
in
distant
air
the
murmurs
die.
Awhile
it
stills
the
tide
of
agony.
Now--now
it
loftier
swells--again
stern
woe
Arises
with
the
awakening
melody.
Again
fierce
torments,
such
as
demons
know,
In
bitterer,
feller
tide,
on
this
torn
bosom
flow.
Arise
ye
sightless
spirits
of
the
storm,
Ye
unseen
minstrels
of
the
aereal
song,
Pour
the
fierce
tide
around
this
lonely
form,
And
roll
the
tempest's
wildest
swell
along.
Dart
the
red
lightning,
wing
the
forked
flash,
Pour
from
thy
cloud-formed
hills
the
thunder’s
roar;
Arouse
the
whirlwind--and
let
ocean
dash
In
fiercest
tumult
on
the
rocking
shore,--
Destroy
this
life
or
let
earth's
fabric
be
no
more.
Yes!
every
tie
that
links
me
here
is
dead;
Mysterious
Fate,
thy
mandate
I
obey,
Since
hope
and
peace,
and
joy,
for
aye
are
fled,
I
come,
terrific
power,
I
come
away.
Then
o'er
this
ruined
soul
let
spirits
of
Hell,
In
triumph,
laughing
wildly,
mock
its
pain;
And
though
with
direst
pangs
mine
heart-strings
swell,
I’ll
echo
back
their
deadly
yells
again,
Cursing
the
power
that
ne’er
made
aught
in
vain.
