Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion!
Fearless I see you weave your wanton dances
Near me, far off me; you, that tempt the traveller
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspOnward and onward.


Wooing, retreating, till the swamp beneath him
Groans—and 'tis dark!—This woman's wile—I know it!
Learnt it from thee, from thy perfidious glances!
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspBlack-ey'd Rebecca!