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Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling / Rise on the night-rolling breath of the blast, / When o'er the dark aether the tempest is swelling, / And on eddying whirlwind the thunder-peal passed?
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For oft have I stood on the dark height of Jura, / Which frowns on the valley that opens beneath; / Oft have I braved the chill night-tempest's fury, / Whilst around me, I thought, echoed murmurs of death.
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And now, whilst the winds of the mountain are howling, / O father! thy voice seems to strike on mine ear; / In air whilst the tide of the night-storm is rolling, / It breaks on the pause of the elements' jar.
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On the wing of the whirlwind which roars o'er the mountain / Perhaps rides the ghost of my sire who is dead: / On the mist of the tempest which hangs o'er the fountain, / Whilst a wreath of dark vapour encircles his head.