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How frowzy and fetid the South wind blows 

 On the feverish throbbings, where passion glows, 

 Like a gibbering ape, in his mocking spite, 

 O er the wreck of heart-hopings and as an ill- 

 omened bat, 



Jangling his shriek through the poisoned air, 

 Through the church-yard heart now chuckles de 

 spair, 

 Despair for a calcined soul Oh ! my darling, love, 



my pride ! 



My own heart s heart ! not thus ! not thus ! 

 Was it good ? was it right ? Oh ! curse me wide 

 The varnished-tongued Janus, the perjurous cheat 

 Spoiler of all my dreamed joys Will she come ? 



my sweet ! 



What think you, Moon, will she come ? 

 I am here on the shore, all alone, all alone, 

 I have crept from the midnight depths of despair, 

 Come ! restore me with kisses of light ! 

 With kisses, with kisses of light. 

 With kisses, with kisses of light 

 BACK, back, back all ye furies that tug at my 



heart 

 She will save me with kisses of light ! 



