“I waste the vapid hours away;
“O! darkness come! come, deepest gloom!
“Shroud the young Summer’s op’ning bloom;
“Burn, temper’d Orb, with fiercer beams
“This northern world! and drink the streams
“That thro’ the fertile vallies glide
“To bathe the feasted Fiends of Pride!
“Or, hence, broad Sun! extinguish’d be!
“For endless night encircles Me!
III.