And the moon will smile with gentle light

On my golden plumes where'er they move;

The meteors will linger round my flight;

And make night day.

First Spirit.But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken

Hail, and lightning, and stormy rain;

See, the bounds of the air are shaken—

Night is coming!

The red swift clouds of the hurricane

Yon declining sun have overtaken,