XXXVII + 

The Isles of the Sirens + 

Cease, Stranger, cease those piercing notes, + 

The craft of Siren choirs; + 

Hush the seductive voice, that floats + 

Upon the languid wires. + 

Music’s ethereal fire was given + 

Not to dissolve our clay, + 

But draw Promethean beams from Heaven, + 

And purge the dross away. + 

Weak self! with thee the mischief lies, + 

Those throbs a tale disclose; + 

Nor age nor trial has made wise + 

The Man of many woes. + 