AND oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb, When all in mist the world below was lost. What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime, Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast, And view th' enormous waste of vapour, tossed In billows, lengthening to th' horizon round, Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed! And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound, Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound!

IS YONDER wave the sun's eternal bed? Soon shall the Orient with new lustre burn, And Spring shall soon her vital influence shed, Again attune the grove, again adorn the mead.

SEE, in the rear of the warm sunny shower
The visionary boy from shelter fly;

For now the storm of summer rain is o'er,
And cool, and fresh, and fragrant is the sky.
And, lo in the dark east, expanded high,
The rainbow brightens to the setting sun!
Fond fool, that deem'st the streaming glory nigh,
How vain the chase thine ardour has begun!
'Tis fled afar, ere half thy purposed race be run.

Young Edwin, lighted by the evening star,
Lingering and listening, wandered down the vale.

OR, when the setting moon, in crimson dyed,
Hung o'er the dark and melancholy deep,
To haunted stream, remote from man, he hied,
Where Fays of yore their revels wont to keep;
And there let Fancy rove at large, till sleep
A vision brought to his entranced sight.