Raving winds around her blowing,   Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,   By a river hoarsely roaring,   Isabella stray\'d deploring-   \'Farewell hours that late did measure   Sunshine days of joy and pleasure!   Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow-   Cheerless night that knows no morrow!   O\'er the Past too fondly wandering,   On the hopeless Future pondering,-   Chilly Grief my life-blood freezes,   Fell Despair my fancy seizes.   Life, thou soul of every blessing,   Load to Misery most distressing,   Gladly how would I resign thee,   And to dark Oblivion join thee!\'