My sufferings—my heart’s benighted dream,
This fierce, consuming flame that racks my soul,
So that when Phaon glances o’er the scroll
I leave, my fate may flash upon his heart
Swift as from clouds the long pent lightnings start:—
Awake, my soul! nor yet within me die!
Draw back the veil from thy deep agony;
And chant but one song more—one sad farewell
To love and life:—oh! breathe in it thy knell!
Thy requiem—a dagger make each tone—