With a deep, uncertain anguish, which her spirit scarce could bear.
Mingled thoughts of love and vengeance
Madly battled in her brain;
All her bosom’s passionate feeling
Struggled with the dread revealing,
Till her eyes o’ergushed in rain—
Then anon they flashed and kindled, and her soul grew stern again!
Once a sweet and happy vision
Nigh her fiery will had won—
When the silver lamp of Hesper