Written near the sea

[ZaunköniG]

Written near the sea

Now wild the blasts of Autumn sweep along
These rugged rocks, this solitary shore!
Mingled wizh Ocean’s deep tempestuous roar,
And many a sea-bird’s melancholy song.

But ah! more wild the tumult of my soul –
More turbulent the feelings tossing there;
For ev’ry hope is blasted by Despair,
And clouds of darkness o’er my prospects roll,

The winds that agitate the foaming deep
ere long shall sink to quiet calm repose;
But still this aching heart will sigh its woes,

Still will these streaming eyes in anguish weep –
Till death shall bid the storms of passion cease,
And lay me in the silent home of peace.