Haunted Pond (excerpt)

O superstition terryfying power


Thou dithering agent of Nights solemn hour


How (when pitch darkness glooms the awful night)


Thy dithering terrors rush upon the sight


Then the grim terrors of thy haunting train


Swim thro the gloom & stalk along the plain


Then all the horrid forms the eye can see


Which fancy moulds are realizd by thee


Here murder shudders on with giant stride


& heedless spirits cringes by his side

The calls of mercy—helpless wails of woe

Are still heard howling in the woods below

The bloody stainings undefacd by time

Still dyes the grass a witness to the crime

Now silent forms in musing mood suceeds

As mourning inly some unraveld deeds

The slowly solem step the drooping head

Such woes are plain depicted in their tread

Now usless mizers midnight hags forlorn

In shattered rags their saving deeds have worn

(lines 1-20)

EP I 285
(Unpublished elsewhere)