Through the drear night and lamentable day.
Her sad associates list the melting tones,
And join each cadence with according groans.
But sick'ning nature with the burden reels;
O'er her wan face the deadly jaundice steals;
The spirits die, the nerveless limbs unstrung,
With mortal gripe the wounded heart-strings wrung,
Fix'd her sunk eye—her love-lorn ditty fails,
Life beats tumultuous 'gainst the feeble pales—
Convulsive throbs expel the final breath,