With an ethereal breath!
Bring sounds, my struggling soul to bear
Up from the couch of death!
A voice, a flute, a dreamy lay,
Such as the southern breeze
Might waft, at golden fall of day,
O’er blue, transparent seas!
Oh, no! not such! That lingering spell
Would lure me back to life,
When my wean’d heart hath said farewell,