Anna and Harland by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Lyrics

Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove
       &nbspWhile Harland told his love in many a sigh,
       &nbspBut stern on Harland roll'd her brother's eye,
They fought, they fell—her brother and her love!

To Death's dark house did grief-worn Anna haste,
       &nbspYet here her pensive ghost delights to stay;
       &nbspOft pouring on the winds the broken lay—
And hark, I hear her—'twas the passing blast.

I love to sit upon her tomb's dark grass,
       &nbspThen Memory backward rolls Time's shadowy tide;
       &nbspThe tales of other days before me glide:
With eager thought I seize them as they pass;
For fair, tho' faint, the forms of Memory gleam,
Like Heaven's bright beauteous bow reflected in the stream.