48 ODE ON THE Yet the wan moon, amid the west, On twitight's bosom loves to rest; Yet from each tree her pale beams throw A branching shadow o'er the snow: Yet, here and there, a feeble star Gleams, scarcely glimmering, from afar; Or, struggling thro' the yapours damp, Twinkles the cotter's early lamp. Cheerless is the gloomy day; Scarce a single, sickly, ray Can pierce aslant the watery clouds, Where the sad sun his radiance shrouds. Slow, as their heavy volume moves, O'er the hill-side the d/m light roves; With a pale gleam of radiance falls On the white villa's distant walls; And, glancing on. the far cascade, Where, as it moans al0ngthe glade, The transitory gale no more Can catch the sullen, deep'ning roar, Back reflects upon the sight Prismatic hues of frozen light. On the river's margin troop The thirsty herds in gather'd group; And eye, with drooping aspect, there The wave, they see, but cannot share. ......... ?Google
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