Perdition, baleful child of night!
Perdition, baleful child of night!
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame:
And aye I muse and sing thy name-
I only live to love thee.
To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
And all ye many sparkling stars of night!
For oh, her lanely nights are lang!
Mourn, Empress of the silent night!
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