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.