“Night came; the wand’ring wind was wailing wild,
And dreary rains were lashing[1272] all the land;
I felt them not, I only felt the fire
That raged within my soul,[1273] and wander’d on[1274]
With pale and haggard features, glaring, blood-shot eyes,
Dishevell’d hair, clench’d fists,[1275] and boiling blood!
Amid the chaos of my brain[1276] one thought
Usurp’d despotic sway, and led me on
And on, with purpose fix’d and fierce—to kill,[1277]
To murder[1278] him who slew my only love!