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42 FIN GAL. canto ii.
Say, who art tliou, oh form of gloom
That pour'st thy flight o'er Cona's heath ?
Why dost thou wander from the tomb ?
How hast thqu burst the bonds of death ?
Thy pulseless bosom's hollow groan,
Thine eye, a dim-decaying fire.
Speak thee upon the tempest thrown,
Accursed spirit, for works of ire ;
Thou wav'st thy flaming wings in wrath,
Thou tremblest with the pangs of hell,
Torment pursues thee in thy path,
Voice of despair, thy purpose tell.
" To scatter horrors to and fro.
Mortal, on fury's wings I go;
More would'st thou learn ? — then drink the breath
That shall till thy veins with burning death."
" With death. — If death, dread fiend, art thou,
From such the hardiest warrior's soul