‘In the silent forest’s gloomy shade
I have vainly sought for rest;
My sunless dwelling I have made
Where the hungry tiger nightly stray’d,
And the serpent found a nest.
‘But still, where’er I turn’d, there lay
My brother’s lifeless form;
When I watched the cataract’s giant play
As it flung to the sky its foaming spray,
When I stood ’midst the rushing storm: