FRAGMENT. (1) 1. HOW still the woods! save when the cheering voice Of the gay redbreast from his fading tree Bids the lone wanderer's pensive heart rejoice, Who marks the forest's varying canopy! How bright the noonday's mild serenity, Beneath whose reign the sparkling currents dance; While as my heart renews its vernal glee, And roams mine eye the landscape's fair ex panse, Straight has my fancy fallen in visionary trance. 2. For now, I view once more the valley drear Where lone Moneira wakes his sullen moan, And straight revives the "supernatural cheer”* Which to my ravished fancy there was shown, When I had wandered through the woods alone, O'er cliff and moor, one clear autumnal day, Till evening's shadows o'er the scenes were throw Then from the Heavens appeared in bright arra The Genius of the Land, and woke the mighty La 3. Then seemed departed monarchs there to wake Echoes anew from wood and rocky vale, As through Glenfinlas' copse and tangled brake The stag, new roused, fled, swift as morning gale And as from far the notes were heard to sail Of merry horn that calls the reaper crew,Wild-echoing through the copse and mountain dal Seemed as the hunter gay his bugle blew, And urged the jovial chace the lonely fores through. * "Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer."-Wordsw 4. en, called from old traditionary lore, Strange legends did that lofty Muse impart; morn, I saw the prancing steed that bore The hunter from the mistress of his heart: eharked her ominous dread and inward smart. At eve, I saw her lover stretched afar, ond each fond hope from that fair Maid depart, 5. Then too I marked, on Lubnaig's lonely strand, And, as the twilight splendour died away, D |