“My midnight serenade shall be!
“The Cliff that like a Tyrant stands
“Exulting o’er the wave lash’d sands,
“With its weedy crown, and its flinty crest,
“Shall, on its hard bosom, rock me to rest;
“And I’ll watch for the Eagle’s unfledg’d brood,
“And I’ll scatter their nest, and I’ll drink their blood;
“And under the crag I will kneel and pray
“And silver my robe, with the moony ray:
“And who shall scorn the lone retreat