The sky grew black amain,
And cheerless gloom and horror drear
Crept o’er the darkening plain.
“And the clouds did fly o’er the stormy sky,
Driven by the tempest’s power,
Like shadows cast by an evil Past
O’er a sinner’s dying hour.
“And the wild wind’s moan was like the groan
Of a soul at strife within;
And anon it roared like the yell outpoured