Where the whispering zephyr, and murmuring breeze,

Unite with the soft, listless sigh of the trees;

And where to the fancy, the voices of air

Wail in tones of distress, or in shrieks of despair;

Where mourneth the night wind, with desolate breath,

In accents suggestive of sorrow and death;

As falls from the heavens, so fleecy and light,

The winter's immaculate mantle of white;

Wherever I wander, these sounds greet my ears,

And the silvery San Juan to my fancy appears.

FOOTNOTES:

[E]

 Pronounced San Wan. Spanish form of St. John.

 As the Shifting Sands of the Desert.

As the shifting sands of the desert

Are born by the simoon's wrath,

And in wanton and fleet confusion,

Are strewn on its trackless path;

So our lives with resistless fury,

Insensibly and unknown,

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