The loved and vanish’d!
IV.
LONGING OF ORESTES FOR REPOSE.
One draught from Lethe’s flood!—reach me one draught,
One last cool goblet fill’d with dewy peace!
Soon will the spasm of life departing leave
My bosom free! Soon shall my spirit flow
Along the deep waves of forgetfulness,
Calmly and silently! away to you,
Ye dead! Ye dwellers of the eternal cloud!