Raving Winds around her blowing

Raving winds around her blowing,Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing,By a river hoarsely roaring,Isabella stray'd deploring:"Farewell, hours that late did measureSunshine days of joy and pleasure;Hail, thou gloomy night of sorrow,Cheerless night that knows no morrow!

"O'er the past too fondly wandering,On the hopeless future pondering;Chilly grief my life-blood freezes,Fell despair my fancy seizes.Life, thou soul of every blessing,Load to misery most distressing,O, how gladly I'd resign thee,And to dark oblivion join thee!"