Yearly it gleams o’er mount and moor,
And glittering wave and crimson’d shore—
But whether beam celestial, lent
By Heaven to aid the King’s descent,
Or fire hell-kindled from beneath,
To lure him to defeat and death,
Or were but some meteor strange,
Of such as oft through midnight range,
Startling the traveller late and lone,
I know not—and it ne’er was known.”