IV. STANZAS Composed October 11th 1809, during the night; in a thunder-storm, when the guides had lost the road to Zitza, near the range of mountains formerly called Pindus, in Albania. 1. CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies. 2. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, But show where rocks our path have crost, 3. Is yon a cot I saw, though low? 4. Through sounds of foaming waterfalls I hear a voice exclaim My way-worn countryman, who calls 5. A shot is fir'd-by foe or friend? The mountain-peasants to descend, And lead us where they dwell. 6. Oh! who in such a night will dare And who 'mid thunder peals can hear Our signal of distress? 7. And who that heard our shouts would rise To try the dubious road? Nor rather deem from nightly cries That outlaws were abroad. 8. Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! More fiercely pours the storm! Yet here one thought has still the power 9. While wand'ring through each broken path, O'er brake and craggy brow; While elements exhaust their wrath, Sweet Florence, where art thou? 10. Not on the sea, not on the sea, 11. Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, And long ere now with foaming shock 12. Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now Hast trod the shore of Spain; 'Twere hard if ought so fair as thou Should linger on the main. 13. And since I now remember thee In darkness and in dread, As in those hours of revelry Which mirth and music sped; 14. Do thou amidst the fair white walls, If Cadiz yet be free, At times from out her lattic'd halls Look o'er the dark blue sea; |