Remorse, with agonizing sigh,
And sullen shame with downcast eye;
Anguish,—by cold reflection fed,
And wan despair, and trembling dread,
In guise terrific hover round,
And ring the knell of thrilling sound.
Scar'd Reason totters on her throne,
And Hope is fled!—and Peace is gone.
Shuddering at phantoms ever in her sight,
Hating the garish sun, and trembling at the night;