Were neither broken nor at rest;
In bright uncertainty they lie,
Like future joys to Fancy’s eye.
The water lily to the light
Her chalice rear’d of silver bright;
The doe awoke, and to the lawn,
Begemm’d with dewdrops, led her fawn;
The gray mist left the mountain side,
The torrent show’d its glistening pride;
Invisible in flecked sky,