Marah :: :: University of Virginia Library

Roll, waves! To rest refused I too aspire.
Weep, clouds! I too shed tears that fall in vain.
Lightnings, illuminate ye my drear desire!
Thunder, be thou the echo of my pain!

2

Black-shrouded midnight, shuddering with cold sighs,
And fearful with faint creepings, gather all
Thy ghosts and spectres! Bid them each devise
New horrors to adorn thy sable hall!

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3

For the drear drama the drear stage prepare,
Deck it with deluge, garland it with storm,
Assemble all the Powers of Darkness there,
And what I suffer let them then perform!

4

Not long will they their fleeting parts sustain
In the fixt misery I endure alone.
To-morrow's sun will scatter to-night's rain;
When comes the dawn the darkness will be gone;

5

To-morrow will the storm its force have spent;
But mine will be to-morrow and to-morrow
The same unutterable discontent,
Stung by the same intolerable sorrow!