TIn venomous tears, and nightly steep
The flesh with blistering dew!'
"'They tell of a young man,' says Moore, in his introduction to his poem, 'who lost his mind upon the death of a girl he loved, and who, suddenly disappearing from his friends, was never afterwards heard of. As he frequently said, in his ravings, that the girl was not dead, but gone to the Dismal Swamp, it was supposed that he had wandered into that dreary wilderness, and had died of hunger, or had been lost in some of the dreadful morasses.' The poet makes him say:
"'They made her grave too cold and damp,
For a soul so warm and true,
And she has gone to the lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Where all night long by her fire-fly lamp,
She paddles her white canoe.
"'And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see,
And her paddles I soon shall hear;