Black night, and fire-eyed hurricane,
And crested lightning, and the snows
That mock the sunbeams, and the rain
Which bounds on earth with big drops warm,
All are round me while I spell
The legend of sweet Christabel!
Christabel. Part III.
Nine moons have waxed, and the tenth, in its wane,
Sees Christabel struggle in unknown pain!
—For many moons was her eye less bright,