These swell the waking soul with pleasing dread,
These through the glooms in forms terrific sweep,
And rouse the thrilling horrors of the dead!
Queen of the solemn thought mysterious Night!
Whose step is darkness, and whose voice is fear!
Thy shades I welcome with severe delight
And hail thy hollow gales that sigh so drear!
When, wrapt in clouds, and riding in the blast,
Thou roll’st the storm along the sounding shore,
I love to watch the whelming billows cast