Youth of the gloomy brow
J. Callcott
Youth of the gloomy brow,
No more shalt thou feast in my halls,
Thou shalt not pursue my chace,
My foes shall not fall by thy sword.
Raise the praise of the daughter of Sarno.
Give her name to the winds of heav'n.
See, meteors gleam around the maid,
See, moon-beams lift her soul.