The changeful meanings rise and die,
Just seen—and then no more!
But oh! too short that pause. Again
Thrills to her heart that witching strain:—
“Awake! the midnight moon is bright:
Awake! the moments wing their flight;
Haste! or they speed in vain!”——
O call of Love! thy potent spell
O’er that weak heart prevails too well;
The “still small voice” is heard no more