And further rearward wound the jessamine
With other fragrant vines. Now, Jane, she makes
Another survey t’wards the glist’ning lakes:
There she beholds, most gracefully afloat—
The silvery swans; and there the anchor’d boat
Hugg’d the green bank. All nature smiles, as ’twere;
And passing showers cool’d the atmosphere;
While birds among[203] made music sweet and clear.
On bended knee, Jane’s orisons had flown
With the appearance of the saffron dawn: