POÉSIE EH-F

.iivNT MU lAMSS; First Rard.

Night is dull and dark : the clos ls rfeal on \he hilN : n \ritb - Mini' h. ; m : no moon looks from th<

i hear the blast in the wood : but 1 h-.ar il distant far. The

stream of 11 v.ili.v murmurs. bul ils niurmur is sullen and

sad. From of the flead, thé long-howling

■ wl is heard. I see a dim lottû On the ptain ! It le a ghost ! Il

Some funertl shall pass tins way. The meteor

distanl dôg is hov.ling from Ihc ul of the hill : the stag ■ the mountain n.oss : the hind is al his side. She hears the wind in lus branchy hé Btarts, but lies again.

The roe is in ihe clin of the rock. The heathcock's head is béneatfa his wing. No béait, no blfd is abroad, but the owl and the howling fox. She i e, lie in a cloud on the hill.

Dark, panting, tremblihg, sad, the traveller has lost his way. Through shrubs, ihrough thorns, he goes, along the gurgling rill ; he fears the rocks and the fen. Hc fears the ghost of aight. The old tive groans to the blast. The falling branch resounds. The wind drives thé withered burs. clung together, along the grass. It is the light tread of a ghost ! lie trembles arnidst the niimt.

Dark, dusky, howling is night. cloudy, windy and full of ghosts ! the dead are abroad ! niy friends, receive me from the night. [Ossian).

Note S, page 246.