 | The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems |  |
If e'er with fearful ear at eve
Hast heard the wailing tempests grieve
Through chink of shatter'd wall;
The while it conjur'd o'er thy brain
Of wandering ghosts a mournful train,
That low in fitful sobs complain
Of Death's untimely call:
Hast heard the wailing tempests grieve
Through chink of shatter'd wall;
The while it conjur'd o'er thy brain
Of wandering ghosts a mournful train,
That low in fitful sobs complain
Of Death's untimely call:
| The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems | |