6.

Oh! who in such a night will dare
To tempt the wilderness?

And who 'mid thunder peals can hear

Our signal of distress?

7.

And who that heard our shouts would rise

To try the dubious road?

Nor rather deem from nightly cries

That outlaws were abroad.

8.

Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour!

More fiercely pours the storm!

Yet here one thought has still the power

To keep my bosom warm.

9.

While wand'ring through each broken path, O'er brake and craggy brow;

While elements exhaust their wrath,

Sweet Florence, where art thou?

Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc,
When last I pressed thy lip;

And long ere now, with foaming shock,

Impell'd thy gallant ship.

12.

Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now Hast trod the shore of Spain:

"Twere hard if ought so fair as thou

Should linger on the main.

13.

And since I now remember thee
In darkness and in dread,

As in those hours of revelry

Which mirth and music spęd;

14.

Do thou amidst the fair white walls,

If Cadiz yet be free,

At times from out her lattic'd halls

Look o'er the dark blue sea;

15.

Then think upon Calypso's isles,
Endear'd by days gone by;

To others give a thousand smiles,
To me a single sigh.

16.

And when the admiring circle mark
The paleness of thy face,

A half form'd tear, a transient spark

Of melancholy grace,

17.

Again thou❜lt smile, and blushing shun

Some coxcomb's raillery;

Nor own for once thou thought'st of one,

Who ever thinks on thee.

18.

Though smile and sigh alike are vain,
When sever'd hearts repine,

My spirit flies o'er mount and main,
And mourns in search of thine.

V.

Written at Athens.

JANUARY 16, 1810.

THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Thus is it with life's fitful fever:

We madly smile when we should groan; Delirium is our best deceiver.

Each lucid interval of thought

Recalls the woes of Nature's charter,

And he that acts as wise men ought,

But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.