IV
In chillness, like a clouded lantern-ray,
The forest’s heart of fog on mossed morass,
On purple pool and silky cotton-grass,
Revealed where lured the swallower byway.
In chillness, like a clouded lantern-ray,
The forest’s heart of fog on mossed morass,
On purple pool and silky cotton-grass,
Revealed where lured the swallower byway.