Year That Trembled And Reel'D Beneath Me! Your Summer Wind Was Warm Enough, Yet The Air I Breathed Froze Me; A Thick Gloom Fell Through The Sunshine And Darken'D Me; Must I Change My Triumphant Songs? Said I To Myself; Must I Indeed Learn To Chant The Cold Dirges Of The Baffled? And Sullen Hymns Of Defeat?