Till, wavering indistinctly, in the gray
Encroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
LXIV.
Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extreme
Displayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;
Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,
Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;
Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,
Did all her whims in vital forms array;