Resignedly beneath a dark sky  the melancholy waters lie  so blend the turrets and shadow there  while froma proud tower in the death looks down!    There open fanes and gaping grave the death has reared himself a throne  in a strange city lying alone far down within the dim forest...    Mistaken demon of heaven thy joys are tears  ask the blind worm the secret of the grave and why her spires love to curl  around the bones of death and the will of the dark immortals    Expanded..the sound of a trumpet  the heavensawaoke, and vast clouds of blood  roll'd round the dim rock of the castle    In his hills of storm'd snow, in his mountains of hail and ice  voices of terror are heard like thunder of autumn...  when the cloud ablze over harvest