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To Melancholy - Whisper Of Tears (泪之低语)
Spirit of love and sorrow hail
Thy solemn voice from far I hear
Mingling with ev'ning's dying gale
Hail with this sadly pleasing tear
O at this still this lonely hour
Thine own sweet hour of closing day
Awake thy lute whose charmful pow'r
Shall call up fancy to obey
To paint the wild romantic dream
That meets the poet's musing eye
As on the bank of shadowy stream
He breathes to her the fervid sigh
O lonely spirit let thy song
Lead me through all thy sacred haunt
The minster's moon light aisles along
Where spectres raise the midnight chaunt
I hear their dirges faintly swell
Then sink at once in silence drear
While from the pillar'd cloister's cell
Dimly their gliding forms appear
Lead where the pine woods wave on high
Whose pathless sod is darkly seen
As the cold moon with trembling eye
Darts her long beams the leaves between
Lead to the mountain's dusky head
Where far below in shade profound
Wide forests plains and hamlets spread
And sad the chimes of vesper sound
Or guide me where the dashing oar
Just breaks the stillness of the vale
As slow it tracks the winding shore
To meet the ocean's distant sail
To pebbly banks that neptune laves
With measur'd surges loud and deep
Where the dark cliff bends o'er the waves
And wild the winds of autumn sweep
There pause at midnight's spectred hour
And list the long resounding gale
And catch the fleeting moon light's pow'r
O'er foaming seas and distant sail
