No drop of dew, but its feeble ray
An atom cast in the pearly gray
Is shining there, unperceived, content,
A dim star set in earth's firmament.
My horse treads gently, and makes scarce sound,
His hoofs sink deep in the marshy ground,
Yet 'neath the touch of my curbing rein
I feel the youth in his veins complain,
He lifts his head, and his eager eyes
Gaze far away where the moorland lies,