Volume 3 — SONNET LXXXIX. SUBJECT CONTINUED.

Yon late but gleaming moon, in hoary light Shines out unveil’d, and on the cloud’s dark fleece Rests;—but her strengthen’d beams appear to increase The wild disorder of this troubled night. Redoubling echoes seem yet more to excite The roaring winds and waters!—Ah! why cease Resolves, that promis’d everlasting peace, And drew my steps to this incumbent height? I wish!—I shudder!—stretch my longing arms O’er the steep cliff!—My swelling spirits brave The leap, that quiets all these dire alarms, And floats me tossing on yon stormy wave! But Oh! what roots my feet?—what spells, what charms The daring purpose of my soul enslave?