STILL by the LEMAN Lake, for many a mile,
Among those venerable trees I went,

Where damsels sit and weave their fishing-nets,
Singing some national song by the way-side.
But now the fly was gone, the gnat careering;
Now glimmering lights from cottage-windows broke.
'Twas dusk; and, journeying upward by the RHONE,

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That there came down, a torrent from the Alps,
I entered where a key unlocks a kingdom;
The mountains closing, and the road, the river
Filling the narrow pass. There, till a ray
Glanced thro' my lattice, and the household-stir
Warned me to rise, to rise and to depart,
A stir unusual and accompanied

With many a tuning of rude instruments,

And many a laugh that argued coming pleasure,
Mine host's fair daughter for the nuptial rite,
And nuptial feast attiring-there I slept,

And in my dreams wandered once more, well-pleased.
But now a charm was on the rocks, and woods,
And waters; for, methought, I was with those

I had at morn and even wished for there.

NIGHT was again descending, when my mule, That all day long had climbed among the clouds, Higher and higher still, as by a stair

Let down from Heaven itself, transporting me, Stopped, to the joy of both, at that low door, That door, which ever, as self-opened, moves To them that knock, and nightly sends abroad Ministering Spirits. Lying on the watch,