Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th' admiring vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head. .
Till, save the lonely beacon, ...

In the edition of 1836 the seven lines of the printed text—205-211—replaced these four lines of the editions 1793-1832.

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[Variant 65:]

1836
On red slow-waving pinions ... 1793

On red slow-waving pinions ...

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[Variant 66:]

1820
And, fronting the bright west in stronger lines,
The oak its dark'ning boughs and foliage twines,
1793

And, fronting the bright west in stronger lines,
The oak its dark'ning boughs and foliage twines,