A mighty river rushing on,
Seemed dwindled to a fairy’s zone.
No bark upon its wave was seen,
Or if ’twas there, it glided by
As viewless forms, that once have been,
Will flit, half-seen, before the eye.
Long gazed the hunter on that sight,
’Till twilight darkened into night,
Dim and more dim the landscape grew,
And duskier was the empyrean blue;