When latest autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the gray mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs
Through the half leafless wood that breathes the gale.
For at such hours the shadowy phantom pale,
Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes;
Strange sounds are heard, and mournful melodies
As of night-wanderers who their woes bewail.
Here by his native stream, at such an hour,
Pity's own Otway I methinks could meet
And hear his deep sighs swell the saddened wind!
O Melancholy, such thy magic power
That to the soul these dreams are often sweet
And soothe the pensive visionary mind.
Brought to you by: Imposter Productions
Performance by: Jessica Munna
Research/Assistant Producer: Sharon Sybill Gatt
Intro music by ELPHNT: https://elphnt.io/youtube-audio (search for ELPHNT & download for free from the Youtube Audio Library) https://elphnt.io/
Episode music by The Lights: https://thelights.bandcamp.com/