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Come to yon blasted mound Of phantom-haunted ground, Where spirits love to be; And list the moody glee Of night-windes as they moane, And the ocean's sad replye To the wild unhallowed tone Of the wandering sea-bird's cry.

There sit with me and keep Vigil when al doe sleepe; And when the curfeu bell Hath rung its mournfull knel, Let us together blend Our mutual sighes and teares, Or chaunt some metre penned, Of the joies of other yeares!

Or in cavern hoare and damp, Lit by the glow-worm's lamp, We'll muse on the dull theme Of Life's heart-sickening dreame— Of Time's resistlesse powre— Of Hope's deceitful lips—