Valentine Wolfe - Ligeia

Ligeia! Ligeia!
My beautiful one
Whose harshest idea
Will to melody run
O! is it thy will
On the breezes to toss?
Or, capriciously still,
Like the lone albatross,
Incumbent on night
(As she on the air)
To keep watch with delight
On the harmony there?

Ligeia! wherever
Thy image may be
No image shall sever
Thy music from thee.
Thou hast bound many eyes
In a dreamy sleep
But the strains still arise
Which thy vigilance keep
The sound of the rain
Which leaps down to the flower
And dances again
In the rhythm of the shower

Go! breathe on their slumber
All softly in ear
The musical number
They slumbered to hear
For what can awaken
An angel so soon
Whose sleep hath been taken
Beneath the cold moon
As the spell which no slumber
Of witchery may test
The rhythmical number
Which lulled him to rest