Such glance the mountain eagle threw,
As, from the cliffs of Benvenue,
She spread her dark sails on the wind,
And, high in middle heaven reclined,
With her broad shadow on the lake,
Silenced the warblers of the brake.
IV.
A heap of wither’d boughs was piled,
Of juniper and rowan[168] wild,
Mingled with shivers from the oak,