Form’d in a crystal lake the waters blend;
Fring’d was the border with a woodland shade,
In every leaf of various green array’d,
Each yellow-ting’d, each mingling tint between
The dark ash verdure and the silvery green.
The trees now bending forward, slowly shake
Their lofty honors o’er the crystal lake;
Now from the flood the graceful boughs retire,
With coy reserve, and now again admire
Their various liveries by the summer dress’d,