Down many a wild descent and dell
O’ergrown with twisted lichens rude;
Yet where she passed a halo fell
To guide the footsteps that pursued,—
Like that fell wonder of the sky
That flashes o’er the starry space,
And leaves its glitt’ring wake on high,
For man portentous truths to trace.
And onward, onward still that light
Was all which beamed upon the sight.