RUMORA
;
OR
,
THE
MAID
OF
RAASA
.
RAASA
,
by
thy
rocky
shore
,
Vocal
to
the
Ocean's
roar
,
Cliffs
,
that
have
for
ages
stood
Barriers
to
the
briny
Flood
,
Beneath
your
dark
,
your
dismal
shade
,
Wandering
wept
a
woe-worn
Maid
,
Whilst
the
pauses
of
the
gale
Each
she
fill'd
with
sorrow's
tale
.
Bursting
from
the
sable
sky
,
See
the
forked
Lightnings
fly
,
Whilst
their
sad
destructive
light
Gilds
awhile
the
gloom
of
Night
!
Trembling
to
the
blasts
that
blow
,
Gazing
on
the
gulph
below
,
Yielding
to
the
ruthless
storm
,
Drooping
mark
yon
Angel
Form
,
Round
whose
face
divinely
fair
Loosely
streams
her
golden
hair
!
To
the
rock's
sublimest
seat
Fate
has
led
her
wandering
feet
;
Yawning
wide
the
greedy
Deep
Woos
her
to
eternal
sleep
.
By
the
Lightning's
vivid
glare
Saw
you
not
yon
frantic
stare
?
By
the
Tempest's
lurid
light
,
Mark
her
plunge
to
endless
Night
!
Struggling
mid
the
boiling
wave
,
Nature
,
frighted
at
the
Grave
,
To
the
rude
,
the
rocky
strand
Faintly
points
her
languid
hand
.
Cease
,
ye
blasts
,
awhile
to
blow
,
Drown
not
now
the
wail
of
woe
!
Heard
ye
not
yon
piercing
groan
That
proclaim'd
her
spirit
flown
?
Whilst
it
soars
on
seraph
wing
,
Roaring
waves
her
Requiem
sing
.
Still
,
by
Raasa's
sea-girt
shore
,
Blue-ey'd
Maids
her
fate
deplore
;
From
the
cliffs
sublime
and
steep
Cast
thy
Garlands
in
the
Deep
,
Marking
thus
the
day's
return
,
Still
Rumora's
fate
they
mourn
.