“The setting Sun, with golden ray, “Shall warm my breast, and make me gay. “The clamours of the roaring Sea “My midnight serenade shall be! “The Cliff that like a Tyrant stands “Exulting o’er the wave lash’d sands, “With its weedy crown, and its flinty crest, “Shall, on its hard bosom, rock _me_ to rest; “And I’ll watch for the Eagle’s unfledg’d brood, “And I’ll scatter their nest, and I’ll drink their blood; “And under the crag I will kneel and pray “And silver my robe, with the moony ray: “And who shall scorn the lone retreat “Which Heaven has chose, for MARGUERITE? “Here, did the exil’d HENRY stray “Forc’d from his native land, away; “Here, here upon a foreign shore, “His parents, lost, awhile deplore; “Here find, that pity’s holy tear “Could not an _alien wand’rer_ chear; “And now, in fancy, he would view, “Shouting aloud, the rabble crew— “The rabble crew, whose impious hands “Tore asunder nature’s bands!— “I see him still,—He waves me on! “And now to the dark abyss he’s gone— “He calls—I hear his voice, so sweet,— “It seems to say—POOR MARGUERITE!” Thus, wild she sung! when on the sand She saw her long lost HENRY, stand: Pale was his cheek, and on his breast His icy hand he, silent, prest; And now the Twilight shadows spread Around the tall cliff’s weedy head; Far o’er the main the moon shone bright, She mark’d the quiv’ring stream of light— It danc’d upon the murm’ring wave It danc’d upon—her HENRY’s Grave! It mark’d his visage, deathly pale,— His white shroud floating in the gale; His speaking eyes—his smile so sweet That won the love—of MARGUERITE! And now he beckon’d her along The curling moonlight waves among; No footsteps mark’d the slanting sand Where she had seen her HENRY stand! She saw him o’er the billows go— She heard the rising breezes blow; She shriek’d aloud! The echoing steep Frown’d darkness on the troubled deep; The moon in cloudy veil was seen, And louder howl’d the night blast keen!— And when the morn, in splendour dress’d, Blush’d radiance on the Eagle’s nest, That radiant blush was doom’d to greet— _The lifeless form_—of MARGUERITE! _The CONFESSOR_, _A SANCTIFIED TALE_.