PALE goddess of the serious night,
Arise, and cheer my anxious sight;
O'er dun twilight's gloom prevail;
Invigorate the drooping vale;
Shedding o'er mountains, woods, and streams,
Thy quiver full of silver beams;
Whilst amber, light, and darkest shade,
Alternate all the scene pervade.
In full-orb's majesty arise,
Illume the azure-vaulted skies.

Lo! from behind yon mountain's height;
She comes - the chaste-ey'd Queen of Night,
Thro' heaven's high cope, her course to run,
Till frighted by the garish sun.

Hark! along his rocky shore,
I hear impetuous Brathay roar;
In sullen majesty he leads,
Among the narrow winding meads,
His tributary tides.
Thee, Rothay, in thy course he meets,
Descending from thy flow'ry bed,
Swift to thee he fondly glides,
With strong embrace thy beauty greets: /