Whether ’tis blended with the moon-tide bright,
In full accord of harmony and light,
Or sighed to Hesperus the vesper star:
Whether ’tis given to rock, or vale, or shore,
Or sweetly vibrates our glad waters o’er.
“But see the mountains, diademed with rays
Of the departing sun’s transcendant blaze,
Through all the west diffused. One halo there
Of orient lustre shrines his farewell beams,
And o’er the pensive earth reflected gleams.