And when the sun’s last splendour lights the deep,
The woods and waves, and murmuring winds asleep;
When fairy harps the Hesperian planet hail,
And the lone cuckoo sighs along the vale,
His path shall be where streamy mountains swell
Their shadowy grandeur o’er the narrow dell,
Where mouldering piles and forests intervene,
Mingling with darker tints the living green:
No circling hills his ravished eye to bound,
Heaven, Earth, and Ocean, blazing all around.