In shrilly cadence swiftly past
Along the neighb’ring thicket.
One night, it was in winter time,
The Castle bell was tolling;
The air was still, the Moon was seen,
Sporting, her starry train between,
The thin clouds round her rolling.
And now she watch’d the wasting lamp,
Her timid bosom panting;
And now, the Crickets faintly sing,