Fast as legs have the power,
Yet far in the distance appeared the faint ray.
Then I weary became,
For I thought that the flame
Must be but a will-o'-the-wisp after all.
When like magic appear'd,
On an eminence rear'd,
A hut, whence the light seemed in streams forth to play.
But as I was gazing the light was extinguished,
And nothing but darkness could well be distinguished.