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The fix'd and solemn stars Gleam through my dungeon bars— Wake, rushing winds! this breezeless calm is death!

Ye watch-fires of the skies! The stillness of your eyes Looks too intensely through my troubled soul: I feel this weight of rest An earth-load on my breast— Wake, rushing winds, awake! and, dark clouds, roll!

I am your own, your child, O ye, the fierce and wild And kingly tempests!—will ye not arise? Hear the bold spirit's voice, That knows not to rejoice But in the peal of your strong harmonies.

By sounding ocean-waves, And dim Calabrian caves, And flashing torrents, I have been your mate;