Classic Poem

I.

" Fast falls the rain, the bitter northwind blows,
My shudd'ring limbs scarce bear my wretched weight,
Chill, thro' my heart, the frozen life-blood flows,
And hollow hunger, fainting, yields to fate.

II.

Yet, 'ere I die, oh! let me curse this frame,
Once, once, admir'd, now baneful, and abhor'd,
Curse those pale eyes, that woke the treach'rous flame,
Curse those dry lips, that told, how I ador'd!

III.

Inhuman wretch! he saw me, gladly bear
For him, the loss of fortune, and of all;
He saw me, bless his babe, with many a tear;
He saw me charm, and oh! he saw me fall!

IV.

Is there no store of veng'ance in yon sky,
No mighty bolt to blast his hated head?
Does heav'n, too, mock the dim-imploring eye,
And Mercy, reign alone, amidst the dead?

V.

Fast flows the rain, the bitter northwind blows,
My shudd'ring limbs, scarce bear this wretched weight,
Chill, thro' my heart, the frozen life-blood flows; "
She said, she sigh'd, she sunk, and bless'd her fate.