NOW BEAMED the evening star; And from embattled clouds emerging slow And hoary mountain-cliffs shone faintly from afar. AND now the downy cheek and deepened voice Gave dignity to Edwin's blooming prime; And walks of wider circuit were his choice, And vales more mild, and mountains more sublime. It was his chance to wander far abroad, Thither he hied, enamoured of the scene; Where, through the cliffs, the eye remote surveyed ALONG this narrow valley you might see Or mossy stone, or rock with woodbine crowned. Of parted fragments tumbling from on high; And from the summit of that craggy mound The perching eagle oft was heard to cry, Or on resounding wings to shoot athwart the sky. |