Behold him!—Why that sudden start?
Thou hear’st the beating of thy heart!
Thou hear’st the night-wind’s hollow sigh,
Thou hear’st the rustling tapestry!
No sound but these may near thee be;
Sleep! all things earthly sleep—but thee.
No! there are murmurs on the air,
And a voice is heard that cries—“Despair!”
And he who trembles fain would deem
’Twas the whisper of a waking dream.