Where freezing wastes of dazzl’ing Snow
O’er Leman’s Lake rose, tow’ring;
The Baron Golfre’s Castle strong
Was seen, the silv’ry peaks among,
With ramparts, darkly low’ring!—
Tall Battlements of flint, uprose,
Long shadowing down the valley,
A grove of sombre Pine, antique,
Amid the white expanse would break,
In many a gloomy alley.