WHICH HAD BEEN STORMY, GRADUALLY CLEARING UP, IN A MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRY.
Ceas’d is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall
From the drench’d roof;—yet murmurs the sunk wind
Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find
Whistling thro’ yon cleft rock, and ruin’d wall.
Loud roar the angry torrents, and appal
Tho’ distant.—A few stars, emerging kind,
With green rays tremble thro’ their misty shrouds;
And the moon gleams between the sailing clouds
On half the darken’d hill.—Now blasts remove
The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain’s brow,
Full-orb’d she shines. Half sunk within its cove
Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound:—and lo!
Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove
The vale’s blue rills, and glitter as they flow!