FLOW softly — gently — vital stream;

Ye crimson life-drops, stay;

Indulge me with this pleasing dream

Thro’ an eternal day.

See — see — my soul, her agony!

See how her eye-balls glare!

Those shrieks, delightful harmony,

Proclaim her deep despair.

Rise — rise — infernal spirits, rise,

Swift dart across her brain

Thou Horror, with blood-chilling cries,

Lead on thy hidious train.

O, feast my soul, revenge is sweet,

Louisa, take my scorn; —

Curs’d was the hour that saw us meet,

The hour when we were born.