Volume 2 / Part 2 / Act 4 — G

High o'er the silver rocks I roved To forget the form I loved In hopes fond fancy would be kind And steal my Mary from my mind T'was twilight and the lunar beam 5 Sailed slowly o'er Tamaha's stream As down its sides the water strayed Bright on a rock the moonbeam playe[d] It shone, half-sheltered from the view By pendent boughs of tressy yew 10 True, true to love but false to rest, So fancy whispered to my breast, So shines her forehead smooth and fair Gleaming through her sable hair I turned to heaven—but viewed on high 15 The languid lustre of her eye [1050] The moons mild radiant edge I saw Peeping a black-arched cloud below Nor yet its faint and paly beam Could tinge its skirt with yellow gleam 20 I saw the white waves o'er and o'er Break against a curved shore Now disappearing from the sight Now twinkling regular and white Her mouth, her smiling mouth can shew 25 As white and regular a row Haste Haste, some God indulgent prove And bear me, bear me to my love Then might—for yet the sultry hour Glows from the sun's oppressive power 30 Then might her bosom soft and white Heave upon my swimming sight As yon two swans together heave Upon the gently-swelling wave Haste—haste some God indulgent prove 35 And bear—oh bear me to my love.

High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd silver To forget the form I lov'd. Image of Lewti! from my mind Cora Depart! for Lewti is not kind! Cora Bright was the Moon: the Moon's bright beam 5 Speckled with many a moving shade, Danc'd upon Tamaha's stream; But brightlier on the Rock it play'd, The Rock, half-shelter'd from my view By pendent boughs of tressy Yew! 10 True to Love, but false to Rest, My fancy whisper'd in my breast— So shines my Lewti's forehead fair Gleaming thro' her sable hair, [1051] Image of Lewti! from my mind 15 Cora Depart! for Lewti is not kind. Cora I saw a cloud of whitest hue; Onward to the Moon it pass'd! Still brighter and more bright it grew With floating colours not a few, 20 Till it reach'd the Moon at last.

High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd To forget the form I lov'd. Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart: for Lewti is not kind. 25 Bright was the Moon: the Moon's bright bea[m] Speckled with many a moving shade, Danc'd upon Tamaha's stream; But brightlier on the Rock it play'd, The Rock, half-shelter'd from my view 30 By pendent boughs of tressy Yew! True to Love, but false to Rest, My fancy whisper'd in my breast— So shines my Lewti's forehead fair Gleaming thro' her sable hair! 35 Image of Lewti! from my mind Depart—for Lewti is not kind. I saw a Cloud of whitest hue— Onward to the Moon it pass'd. Still brighter and more bright it grew 40 With floating colours not a few, Till it reach'd the Moon at last: Then the Cloud was wholly bright With a rich and amber light! deep And so with many a hope I seek, 45 And so with joy I find my Lewti: And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of Beauty [1052] Image of Lewti! leave my mind If Lewti never will be kind! 50 Away the little Cloud, away. Away it goes—away so soon alone Alas! it has no power to stay: It's hues are dim, it's hues are grey Away it passes from the Moon. 55 And now tis whiter than before— As white as my poor cheek will be, When, Lewti! on my couch I lie A dying Man for Love of thee! Thou living Image Image of Lewti in my mind, 60 Methinks thou lookest not kin unkind!