Glittered a thousand stars on high,
And wailed the night-wind sadly by;
And slowly fading, one by one,
Cliff, cloud, ravine, and mountain pass
Grew darker still, and yet more dun,
’Till deep’ning to a shadowy mass,
They seemed to mingle, earth and sky,
In one wild, weird-like canopy.
Yet lo! that hunter starts, and one
Whom it were heaven to gaze upon,