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
.