With its melancholy trebles—
Who knows!
Ah me,
Ah me!
THE DEATH-HOWL.
I shall die to-night, dear mother, I have heard the long death-howl,
That long plaintive, mournful cry like the wail of some lost soul.
And it sounded like a spirit crying through a distant storm,
Moaning that another mortal should put on the brutish form!—
Wailing that a brother-spirit should exchange its form for that