 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XXI.
Then paused a moment o'er a desert drear
Until the thunder-clouds around him burst;
His flights renewed, and wished for Media near.
But stronger grows the gale: what Sprites accurst
Until the thunder-clouds around him burst;
His flights renewed, and wished for Media near.
But stronger grows the gale: what Sprites accurst
Ride on the tempest? Warring elements
Might not alone such ardent course impede:
The wretched Spirit from his speed relents
With sense like mortal bosom when they bleed.
Might not alone such ardent course impede:
The wretched Spirit from his speed relents
With sense like mortal bosom when they bleed.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |