That both soon perished in the cavern’s depths—
Others, that still at midnight may be seen
That bark with its dread tenants, gliding slow
O’er the hushed wave! Yet—false or sooth the tale—
No wandering peasant now at twilight’s hour,
When silence hallows the pure lake’s repose,
Or when the tempest with his wings of darkness
Broods o’er the deep—will pass that fearful spot.
SUNSET.
The sun sinks broadly in the west;