She walks in beauty, like the night,
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
I was left as a child.
Dragged from the cradle,
I was wombed in the wild
Ran with the wolfpack,
Flesh torn to shreds
I was left there for dead...