He saw the wind upon the water blow,
And the cold stream curl’d onward as the gale
From the pine-hill blew harshly down the dale.
On the right side the youth a wood survey’d,
With all its dark intensity of shade; 710
Where the rough wind alone was heard to move,
In this, the pause of nature and of love,
When now the young are rear’d, and when the old,
Lost to the tie, grow negligent and cold—
Far to the left he saw the huts of men,