Coursed swiftly o’er the ground, and danced about
In strange fantastic coils, and eddies wild
Like whirlpools in a river. Heaven and earth
Foretel a coming storm, that soon will clothe
The naked landscape in a robe of white,
Until it shines more beautiful and pure
Than fleecy cloudlets o’er the sun-bright sky.
How calm and peaceful, e’en amidst the gloom,
The simple village looks! With aspect south,
From a hill-side of mild declivity,