X
The hatred lately felt within my breast
And which I vainly thought naught could allay
Until my spirit passed to its last rest;
I surely find is speeding fast away.
XI
Some Spirit sweet seems near to me abide
Who doth from me remove all earthly dread,
And in most soothing ways my senses chide
That I hold counsel with the living dead.
XII
I look around to see whose is the voice
Whose cadence falls so sweetly on my ear
As thus to make my hating heart rejoice,
But vain my quest, no living soul is near.
XIII
A spirit voice I know, it needs must be
That sounds upon the air with silv’ry tone
And yet, withal, no fears arise in me,
Though midst the ruins here I am alone.