Thro' Fancy's wide domain,
And the fairy paths of poesy,
I now may seek in vain.
'Tis but when Sorrow's clouds appear,
In frowning darkness o'er me,
The light of Song bursts forth to cheer
The gloomy path before me.
As o'er the dusky waves at night,
Oft Mariners behold
That ocean-form, St. Ermo's light,