Whilst through the calm mist-laden air the plaintive cadence swelled.
The moon rose fair above the fell, and fast her radiance cleared
The gloom away, and by her light another boat appeared;
And now I lingered on the lake to watch that lonely pair
Of tiny barks, propelled by hands of maidens young and fair.
Then soon as ceased the second song, the first-seen boat drew nigh,
And promptly did the first-heard voice in harmony reply;
And still I lingered on the lake unseen from either boat,
While Brantwood’s echoes multiplied each bosom-thrilling note.
As boat crossed boat—song after song did their fair crews repeat