Her floating tresses hung,
Wailing unto the blast;
Her vapory vestment swung
As the wind hurried past:
And ever and anon she moaned, and sung,
With tremulous voice, such as the tempest leaf
In piny woods, and then again she flung
Her slender fingers o’er a harp, and wept,
And wailed unearthly music, as when grieves
And sings a fallen angel, then it slept