To hear the bright birds sing,
And feel, while listening to their joyous strain,
My heart can ne’er know happiness again!
Then in the solemn night
To lie alone, while all anear me sleep,
And fancy fearful forms about me creep.
Starting in wild afright,
To know, if true, I could not have the power
To ward off danger in that lonely hour.
And as my breath came thick