An Invocation. From Remorse

Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell,

Lest a blacker charm compel!

So shall the midnight breezes swell

With thy deep long-lingering knell.



And at evening evermore,

In a chapel on the shore,

Shall the chaunter, sad and saintly,

Yellow tapers burning faintly,

Doleful masses chaunt for thee,

       &nbsp       &nbspMiserere Domine!



Hush! the cadence dies away

       &nbspOn the quiet moonlight sea:

The boatmen rest their oars and say,

       &nbsp       &nbspMiserere Domine!