Looks on the lake. Above it night
Scatters, like stars, the glittering rime.
How still and white is all around!
How rings the track with new sparr'd frost!
Far off the metal's cymbal sound
Betrays thee, for a moment lost ...
Cramer tells how Klopstock paid a long-remembered visit to Count Bernstoff at Schloss Stintenburg:
It has a most romantic situation in a bewitching part of Mecklenburg; 'tis surrounded by forest full of delightful gloom, and a large lake, with a charming little island in the centre, which wakes echoes. Klopstock is very fond of echoes, and is always trying to find them in his walks.
This illustrates the lines in Stintenburg:
Isle of pious solitude,