WHEN
NIGHT'S
DARK
MANTLE
.
WHEN
night's
dark
mantle
veil'd
the
seas
,
And
nature's
self
was
hush'd
to
sleep
,
—
When
gently
blew
the
midnight
breeze
,
Louisa
sought
the
boundless
deep
.
On
the
lone
beach
,
in
wild
despair
,
She
sat
recluse
from
soft
repose
,
Her
artless
sorrows
rent
the
air
,
So
sad
were
fair
Louisa's
woes
.
Three
years
she
nurs'd
the
pleasing
thought
Her
love
,
her
Henry
would
return
;
But
ah
!
the
fatal
news
were
brought
,
The
sea
was
made
his
watery
urn
.
Sweet
maids
,
who
know
the
power
of
love
,
Ye
best
can
tell
what
she
must
feel
,
Who
'gainst
each
adverse
fortune
strove
The
tender
passion
to
conceal
!
The
lovely
maid
,
absorb'd
in
grief
,
While
madness
ran
through
every
vein
,
—
Poor
mourner
!
sought
from
death
relief
,
And
frantic
plung'd
into
the
main
.
The
heavens
with
pity
saw
the
deed
—
The
debt
the
fair
one
paid
to
love
,
And
bade
the
angel-guard
proceed
,
To
bear
Louisa's
soul
above
.