Stunning her with its dissonance.
The little vista of the wood
Suddenly in the darkness stood
Flushed with a wild, unusual light,
Which filled the filmy eyes of night.
From oak and elm, from beech and larch,
That crowned the vista, like an arch,
Between whose leaves, like frowning eyes,
Came glimpses of the gloomy skies;
From Asia’s sultry hills and vales,