Sped the light bark that bore him to the shore.
Those scenes are past. The spirit of changing years
Has breathed on all around—save thee alone.
More faintly the receding woodland hears
Thy voice, once full and joyous as its own.
Nations have gone from earth, nor trace appears
To tell their tale—forgotten or unknown.
Yet here unchanged, untamed, thy waters lie,
Azure, and clear, and boundless as the sky.