O’er all the view, that tremulously glows.
Glows in the silvery light, that not alone
On the wide ripples of the river shone,
But on morass, and wood, and valley lay.
Oh on the poet’s heart a rapture broke,
That every inmost slumbering chord awoke.
It seem’d as though his soul imbibed a ray
Of that ethereal light, that all around
The gentle earth, with shining cycles bound.
Or did the aerial spirit by his side,