By devious footsteps; regions consecrate
To oldest time; and reckless of the storm,
. . . . . while the mists
Flying, and rainy vapours, call out shapes
And phantoms from the crags and solid earth,
. . . . . and while the streams
Descending from the region of the clouds,
And starting from the hollows of the earth,
More multitudinous every moment, rend
Their way before them—what a joy to roam