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ENCHANTED.
Look! the waters are raging and seething;
Black rocks and white breakers appall!
The spray like a cold, ghostly breathing
Enfolds us and points to the Fall.
Black rocks and white breakers appall!
The spray like a cold, ghostly breathing
Enfolds us and points to the Fall.
"Turn back to the fair, Summer weather;
Awake to this horror!" I cried;
Too late: We went over together,—
Together, awaking, we died.
Awake to this horror!" I cried;
Too late: We went over together,—
Together, awaking, we died.
And now when the evenings are moonless
And nature in darkness controls;
When the wind-harp is idle and toneless
We fly forth in search of our souls:
And nature in darkness controls;
When the wind-harp is idle and toneless
We fly forth in search of our souls:
Our souls that were lost on that morning,
When heaven leaned earthward so near,
That we heard not the Cataract's warning,
And saw not its omens of fear.
When heaven leaned earthward so near,
That we heard not the Cataract's warning,
And saw not its omens of fear.
