Yon Late But Gleaming Moon, In Hoary Light Shines Out Unveil'D, And On The Cloud'S Dark Fleece Rests; - But Her Strengthen'D Beams Appear To Increase The Wild Disorder Of This Troubled Night. Redoubling Echos Seem Yet More To Excite The Roaring Winds And Waters! - Ah! Why Cease Resolves, That Promis'D Everlasting Peace, And Drew My Steps To This Incumbent Height? I Wish! - I Shudder! - Stretch My Longing Arms O'Er The Steep Cliff! - My Swelling Spirits Brave The Leap, That Quiets All These Dire Alarms, And Floats Me Tossing On The Stormy Wave! But Oh! What Roots My Feet? - What Spells, What Charms The Daring Purpose Of My Soul Enslave?