Here I omit how your pleasures are mine

How I have felt not seldom, in tempestuous time...



Give me sight beyond sight, and pleasure beyond pain

Knowledge beyond twilight realms

If night blackens with storm, will you caress me?

Or make a claim abode in distant winds?



Beneath some rock... I listen to the notes

The ghostly language of ancient earth

Thence did I taste the visionary power

And deemed not profitless those fleeting moods

They bring with them vernal promises,

... Of shadowy exaltation



[The Spirit:]

A correspondent breeze that gently moves

With quickening virtue my spirit is yours,

From my own passions to habitual thoughts,

Drink my life to breathe this philosophic song...



When night blackens with storm...

You will hear me call your name,

Amidst the sounds of wolves in troops

Along the bothnic main...