Unheeded night has overcome the vales: On the dark earth the wearied vision fails; The latest lingerer of the forest train, 310 The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain; Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more, Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar; And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere, Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear.

Through clouds like ashes The red sun flashes On village windows That glimmer red.

A single taper in the vale profound Shifts, while the Alps dilated glimmer round; 1832.]