There valleys slanting to the margin green,
With vistas form’d by the cleft rock’s tall peaks,
Through which a flood of moonlight splendor breaks.
Now the thick forests touch’d with autumn hues,
And the wild flowers trembling with diamond dews,
On the fair islets, which their car went by
In magic speed, along the tide that delv’d
Between its lofty banks, that then were shelv’d
To admit of all the glory of the sky;
The distant mountains rearing their proud brows