Numberless echoes on the rocks. The shafts
Of the forests stood, like champions unquaking,
Though many clamors, the old silence breaking,
Startled the musing Hermits. Now arose
The stars, and moon, and all the hosts of night:
We stood above a plain upon a height.
Three noble rivers, in the moonlight shining,
Sparkled from three defiles in East, and West,
And North—in silence to a blue gulf winding,
Which, by the distant mountains, lay at rest;