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Within its dark folds thou hast mantled up
Some burning thought of ill?—

Enonio, (with sudden impetuosity.) How should I rest?—
Last night the spirit of my brother came,
An angry shadow in the moonlight streak,
And said, "Avenge me!"—In the clouds this morn,
I saw the frowning colour of his blood—
And that, too, had a voice.—I lay at noon
Alone beside the sounding waterfall,
And through its thunder-music spake a tone—
A low tone piercing all the roll of waves—
And said, "Avenge me!"—Therefore have I raised
The tomahawk, and strung the bow again,
That I may send the shadow from my couch,
And take the strange sound from the cataract,
And sleep once more.

Herrmann.A better path, my son,
Unto the still and dewy land of sleep,
My hand in peace can guide thee—e'en the way