Dries the foliage of the forest,
And evaporates the rill.
Scarce is seen the lonely floweret,
Save amid the embowering wood;
O’er the prospect dim and dreary,
Drought presides in sullen mood!
Murky vapours hung in ether,
Wrap in gloom, the sky serene;
Nature pants distressful—silence
Reigns o’er all the sultry scene.