And sunset's dreamy curtain drapes the skies,
As if enchantment there would build her home—
O'er wood and wave, from haunts of men away—
From out the glen, all trembling like a child,
A babbling streamlet comes as if to play—
Albeit the scene is savage, lone and wild.
Here at the mountain's foot, that infant wave
'Mid bowering leaves doth hide its rustic birth—
Here learns the rock and precipice to brave—
And go the Monarch River of the Earth!