Alas! in vain my Stella sings
The power of my “Emerald Wings”.
Those “Emerald Wings” are changed to lead,
The spirit of thy Moth is fled,
No more on wanton pinions gay
I flutter in the noontide ray
Or hover with a fond delight
Around the taper’s treacherous light.
Say not that “Magic’s reign is o’er,”
Its power I even now deplore;
By some enchantment’s spell I’m bound
And vainly strive to quit the ground.
Oh bid my charmed senses wake;
Teach me the potent spell to break.
For dullness claims me for her own
And chains me to her icy throne.
Break thou my bonds and set me free
I fain would take my flight with thee.
And shouldst thou Stella feel inclined
To mount upon the clouds or wind
Oh stop! and take me up behind!