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And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm / In cloudless radiance, Queen of silver night? / Can you, ye flow'rets, spread your perfumed balm / Mid pearly gems of dew that shine so bright? / And you wild winds, thus can you sleep so still / Whilst throbs the tempest of my breast so high? / Can the fierce night-fiends rest on yonder hill, / And, in the eternal mansions of the sky, / Can the directors of the storm in powerless silence lie?
Hark! I hear music on the zephyr's wing, / Louder it floats along the unruffled sky; / Some fairy sure has touched the viewless string- / Now faint in distant air the murmurs die. / Awhile it stills the tide of agony. / Now-now it loftier swells-again stern woe / Arises with the awakening melody. / Again fierce torments, such as demons know, / In bitterer, feller tide, on this torn bosom flow.