Raving winds around her blowing,Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,By a river hoarsely roaring,Isabella stray’d deploring—
“Farewell, hours that late did measureSunshine days of joy and pleasure;Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,Cheerless night that knows no morrow!
“O’er the past too fondly wandering,On the hopeless future pondering;Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,Fell despair my fancy seizes.
“Life, thou soul of every blessing,Load to misery most distressing,Gladly how would I resign thee,And to dark oblivion join thee!”