I am feeble, pale, and weary,

and my wings are nearly furled;

I have caused a scene so dreary,

I am glad to quit the world!

Whit bitterness I’m thinking

on the evil I have done,

and to my caverns sinking

from the coming of the sun.

*

The heart of man will sicken

in that pure and holy light,

when he feels the hopes I’ve stricken

with an everlasting blight!

For widely, in my madness,

have I poured abroad my wrath,

and changing joy to sadness,

scattered ruin on my path.

*

Earth shuddered at my motion,

and my power in silence owns;

but the deep and troubled ocean

o’er my deeds of horror moans!

I have sunk the brightest treasure –

I’ve destroyed the fairest form –

I have sadly filled my measure,

and I am now a dying storm.

Hannah Flagg Gould. USA (1789-1865)