The icy brooks, as on we passed, appeared
To question us. “Whence come ye? to what end?”
They seemed to say; “What would ye,” said the shower,
“Wild wanderers, whither through my dark domain?”
The sunbeam said, “Be happy.” When this Vale 170
We entered, bright and solemn was the sky
That faced us with a passionate welcoming,
And led us to our threshold. Daylight failed
Insensibly, and round us gently fell
Composing darkness, with a quiet load 175