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Normale Version: Written in a ruinous abbey
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Written in a ruinous abbey

As ‘mid these mouldering walls I pensive stray,
With moss and ivy rudely overgrown,
I love to watch the last pale glimpse of day,
And hear the rising winds of evening moan.

How loud the gust comes sweeping o’er the vale!
Now faintly murmurs midst those distant trees;
The owl begins her melancholy wail,
Filling with shrieks the pauses of the breeze.

Fancy, thy wildest dreams engage my mind –
I gaze on forms which not to earth belong;
I see them riding on the passing wind,

And hear their sadly-sweet, expressive song.
Wrap’d in the dear tho’ visionary sound,
In spells of rapture all my soul is bound!