RAVING WINDS AROUND HER BLOWING
I
Raving winds around her blowing,
Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing.
By a river hoarsely roaring,
Isabella stray'd deploring:—
‘Farewell hours that late did measure
Sunshine days of joy and pleasure!
Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow—
Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
II
‘O'er the Past too fondly wandering,
On the hopeless Future pondering,
Chilly Grief my life-blood freezes,
Fell Despair my fancy seizes.
Life, thou soul of every blessing,
Load to Misery most distressing,
Gladly how would I resign thee,
And to dark Oblivion join thee!’
