Resignedly beneath a dark sky the melancholy waters lie so blend the turrets and shadow there while froma proud tower in the death looks down! There open fanes and gaping grave the death has reared himself a throne in a strange city lying alone far down within the dim forest... Mistaken demon of heaven thy joys are tears ask the blind worm the secret of the grave and why her spires love to curl around the bones of death and the will of the dark immortals Expanded..the sound of a trumpet the heavensawaoke, and vast clouds of blood roll'd round the dim rock of the castle In his hills of storm'd snow, in his mountains of hail and ice voices of terror are heard like thunder of autumn... when the cloud ablze over harvest