Raving Winds Around Her Blowing
l, thou gloomy night of sorrow,
cheerless night that knows no morrow!
“o'er the past too fondly wandering,
on the hopeless future p;
chilly grief my life-blood freezes,
fell despair my fancy seizes.
“life, thou soul of every blessing,
load to misery most distressing,
gdly how would i resign thee,
and to dark oblivion join thee!”