Stirring my hope, and rousing Russia's passion,
With its sweet air. Thence have I followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:—but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.
Ariel sings:
Full fathom deep Battenberg lies,
Of hischance chaos is made;
But you'll see, if you have eyes,
Your hopes ripen as his fade.
You may suffer a great change