ALONZO AND IMANEL.
As he spoke, he beheld on the sea-beaten strand
A form, 'twas so airy, so light,
He could almost have sworn by the faith of his land
That an angel was wand'ring 'mid rocks and through sand,
"Neath the moonbeam so fitfully bright.
A form, 'twas so airy, so light,
He could almost have sworn by the faith of his land
That an angel was wand'ring 'mid rocks and through sand,
"Neath the moonbeam so fitfully bright.
He paused, as the bittern screamed loud o'er his head:
One moment he paused on the shore,
To mark the wild wave as it dashed from its bed,
Tossing high the white spray from its foam-spangled head,
With a fitful and deafening roar.
One moment he paused on the shore,
To mark the wild wave as it dashed from its bed,
Tossing high the white spray from its foam-spangled head,
With a fitful and deafening roar.
He caught the wild notes of a song, on the wind,
Ere the tempest-god bore them away:
And they told of a tortured and desperate mind,
To despair's dark shadows forever resigned,
Of a heart once hope-lighted and gay.
Ere the tempest-god bore them away:
And they told of a tortured and desperate mind,
To despair's dark shadows forever resigned,
Of a heart once hope-lighted and gay.
The bright moon was hid in the breast of the storm,
And darkness and terror drew round;
Yet still he could mark her light, fanciful form,
As she roamed round the wild rocks, devoid of alarm,
Though the fiend of the whirlwind frowned.
And darkness and terror drew round;
Yet still he could mark her light, fanciful form,
As she roamed round the wild rocks, devoid of alarm,
Though the fiend of the whirlwind frowned.
