I saw a livid corse—'twas thine, Giovanni,
I shrieked, and burst the bonds of sleep; chill damps
Hung on my brow, a weight oppressed my heart,
And still my pulse beats quick, and wild alarms
Subdue my weakened spirits.
Giovanni.
Hence! avaunt!
Ye baneful sprites! who, out of murky fogs,
Hatch shapeless monsters, black, unsightly forms,
Chimeras gloomy, shadowy phantoms dim,
Away, swart fiends of earth! deep, deep in fens,
Suck the unwholesome dews; with bloated toads
And slimy reptiles gorge; but come not near
The chamber of my love, with visions dark
To mar her sweet repose. Thou fairy train
Of sprightly elves watch o'er her pillow; bring
The pearl that hangs upon the cowslip's cup, to lave
Her brow of snow; fan her soft roseate cheek
With feathers plucked from wings of butterflies;
Steal from the bee his honeyed store, and plant
