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Again the thunder's voice, with pealing roar,
Hark! thrcagh th' aëreal vault, the storm infiam'd
Appeas'd at last, the tumult of the skies SubGdes, the thunder's falling roar is hush'd :
At once the clouds fly scattering, and the fun
At farit 'tis awful silence over all, From sense of late-felt danger ; till confirm’d, In grateful chorus mixing, beast and bird Rejoice aloud to heaven : on either hand, The woodlands warble, and the valleys fów. So pass the songful hours : and now the sun, Declin'd, hangs verging on the western main, Whose fluctuating bosom, blushing red The space of many seas beneath his eye, Heaves in soft swellings murmuring to the shore. A circling glory glows around his disk Of milder beams: part, streaming o'er the sky, Infiame the distant azure : part below In level lines Thoot through the waving wood, Clad half in light, and half in pleasing shade, That lengthens o'er the lawn. Yon evening clouds, Lucid or dusk, with flamy purple edg'd, Float in gay pomp the blue horizon round, Amusive, changeful, shifting into shapes Of visionary beauty, antique towers With thadowy domes and pinnacles adorn'd; Or hills of white extent, that rise and sink As sportful Fancy lifts; till late, the sun
From human eye, behind earth's shading orb
Distinction fails: and in the darkening west,
Musing, in fober mood, of Time and Life, That fly with unreturning wing away To that dark world, untravel'd and unknown, Eternity! through desert ways I walk; Or to the cypress-grove, at twilight shund By passing swains. The chill breeze murmurs low, And the boughs rustle round me where I stand, With fancy all-arous’d.-Far on the left, Shoots up a shapeless rock of duiky height, The raven's haunt: and down its woody steep, A dalhing flood in headlong torrent hurls His founding waters; white on every cliff Hangs the light foam, and sparkles through the gloom.
Behind me rises huge a reverend pile Sole on this blasted heath, a place of tombs, Waste, defolate, where Ruin dreary dwells. Brooding o'er fightless sculls, and crumbling bones, Ghaftful he fits, and eyes with stedfast glare,
(Sad trophies of his power, where ivy twines
Hail, midnight-shades! hail, venerable dome!
But, at near distance, on the mouldering wall
And folded arms, the Virtues weeping round Lean o'er a beauteous youth who dies below. Thyrsişm’tis he! the wisest and the best! Lamented fade! whom every gift of heaven Profusely blest: all learning was his own, Pleasing his speech, by Nature taught to flow, Persuasive sense and strong, sincere and clear, His manners greatly plain ; a noble grace, Self-taught, beyond the reach of mimic Art, Adorn’d him : his calm temper winning mild; Nor Pity softer, nor was Truth more bright. Constant in doing well, he neither sought Nor shun'd applause. No bashful merit figh'd Near him neglected : sympathizing he Wip'd off the tear from Sorrow's clouded eye With kindly hand, and taught her heart to smile.
'Tis morning: and the fun, his welcome light, Swift, from beyond dark ocean's orient stream, Casts through the air, renewing Nature's face With heaven-born beauty. O'er her ample breast, O’er sea and shore, light Fancy speeds along, Quick as the darted beam, from pole to pole, Excursive traveller. Now beneath the north, Alone with Winter in his inmost realm, Region of horrors ! Here, amid the roar Of winds and waves, the drifted turbulence Of hail-mix'd snows, resides th' ungenial Power, For ever filent, shivering, and forlorn! From Zembla's cliffs on to the straits surmiz'd Of Anian eastward, where both worlds oppose