SONG. Ann Batten Cristall Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126557 Cristall, Ann Batten. Poetical Sketches by Ann Batten Cristall. London Printed for J. Johnson, St. Paul's Church Yard 1795 pp. 149-151. [14],187,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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SONG . BOTH gloomy and dark was the shadowy night , The leaden-surg'd ocean heav'd slowly each wave , Silence solemn as death succeeded the light , And each ravenous prowler stole forth from its cave . Now to a sea-beach , where a black baleful yew O'er venomous weeds its dark shadows impress'd , Disorder'd by grief the wild TAMARA flew , As the wind was her brain , as the ocean her breast . Then frequent and loud were her cries o'er the main , With passion she heav'd , with distraction was torn ; The dead shore long-murm'ring re-echo'd in vain , Nor will peace e'er again to her bosom return . She mourns for the dead , the cold senseless dead , Her love , who beneath the salt billows doth lie , And the deep grave she seeks , where rests his fair head , Loose-flying her tresses , distracted her eye . The night as it darkens encreases her pain , Her mind teems with horrors , which deepen the gloom ; She hears his lov'd voice , shrill it calls her again , And his cold breast she seeks in the billowy tomb . Distracted and lost , her poor shatter'd heart With passions was urg'd , which no force could controul , Deep-plunging , in death she subdues her fierce smart , And from its torn mansion thus freed her young soul .