CHORUS.
Unworthy chains?
RINALDO.
And now I've see her,
Alas! how changed!
With cold demeanour.
And looks estranged,
With ghostly tread,—
All hope is fled,
Yes, fled for ever.
The lightnings quiver,
Each palace falls;
The godlike halls,
Each joyous hour
Of spirit-power,
With love's sweet day
All fade away!