LELIA
;
OR
,
THE
MANIAC'S
SONG
.
COME
,
ye
wild
winds
,
that
round
the
welkin
fly
,
Bear
the
sad
Lelia
on
your
wings
of
air
,
Then
shall
she
downward
cast
a
pitying
eye
On
all
the
troubled
sons
of
toilsome
care
.
I
had
a
friend
,
she
prov'd
unkind
;
I
had
a
love
,
he
prov'd
untrue
;
Where
they
are
fled
,
I
cannot
find
;
A
dark
dark
cloud
obscures
my
view
.
Hark
!
is
not
that
a
passing
bell
?
Affection
in
the
grave
is
laid
;
Some
kindred
spirit
tolls
her
knell
,
And
love
,
perhaps
,
himself
is
dead
.
When
the
cock
crows
,
and
morn
is
come
,
A
pilgrim
grey
I'll
seek
their
tomb
:
Ah
no
,
alas
!
my
hands
are
bound
,
Dark
walls
and
grates
inclose
me
round
,
Sad
Lelia
sits
alone
on
the
cold
cold
ground
.