Spread out in bars, at equal distance met,
As though the whole bright autumn scene were set
To the unuttered melody of Rest!"
"The mill-wheel motionless o'ershades the pool,
In whose frail crystal cups its circle dips;
The stream, slow-curling, wanders in the sun,
And drains his kisses with its silver lips;
The birch canoe upon its shadow lies,
The pike's last bubble on the water dies,
The water lily sleeps upon her glass."