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Fierce roars the midnight storm / O'er the wild mountain, / Dark clouds the night deform, / Swift rolls the fountain-
See! o'er yon rocky height, / Dim mists are flying- / See by the moon's pale light, / Poor Laura's dying!
Shame and remorse shall howl, / By her false pillow- / Fiercer than storms that roll, / O'er the white billow;
No hand her eyes to close, / When life is flying, / But she will find repose, / For Laura's dying!
Then will I seek my love, / Then will I cheer her, / Then my esteem will prove, / When no friend is near her.
On her grave I will lie, / When life is parted, / On her grave I will die, / For the false hearted.
DECEMBER, 1809.