The unwilling soil. A gradual change was here,

Yet ghastly. For, as fast years flow away,

The smooth brow gathers, and the hair grows thin

535 And white, and where irradiate0 dewy eyes illumined Had shone, gleam stony orbs:?so from his steps

Bright flowers departed, and the beautiful shade

Of the green groves, with all their odorous winds

And musical motions. Calm, he still pursued

540 The stream, that with a larger volume now Rolled through the labyrinthine dell; and there

Fretted a path through its descending curves

With its wintry speed. On every side now rose

Rocks, which, in unimaginable forms,

545 Lifted their black and barren pinnacles

In the light of evening, and its precipice1

Obscuring the ravine, disclosed above,

Mid toppling stones, black gulphs and yawning caves,

Whose windings gave ten thousand various tongues

8. Windlestraw (Scottish dial.); tall, dried stalks of 9. Probably an error for 'stumps' or 'trunks.' grass. 1. Headlong fall (of the stream, line 540).

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ALASTOR / 75 1

550 To the loud stream. Lo! where the pass expands

Its stony jaws, the abrupt mountain breaks,

And seems, with its accumulated crags,

To overhang the world: for wide expand

Beneath the wan stars and descending moon

555 Islanded seas, blue mountains, mighty streams,

Dim tracts and vast, robed in the lustrous gloom

Of leaden-coloured even, and fiery hills

Mingling their flames with twilight, on the verge

Of the remote horizon. The near0 scene, nearby

560 In naked and severe simplicity,

Made contrast with the universe. A pine,2

Rock-rooted, stretched athwart the vacancy

Its swinging boughs, to each inconstant blast

Yielding one only response, at each pause

565 In most familiar cadence, with the howl

The thunder and the hiss of homeless streams

Mingling its solemn song, whilst the broad river,

Foaming and hurrying o'er its rugged path,

Fell into that immeasurable void

570 Scattering its waters to the passing winds.

Yet the grey precipice and solemn pine

And torrent, were not all;?one silent nook

Was there. Even on the edge of that vast mountain,

Upheld by knotty roots and fallen rocks,

575 It overlooked in its serenity

The dark earth, and the bending vault of stars.

It was a tranquil spot, that seemed to smile

Even in the lap of horror. Ivy clasped

The fissured stones with its entwining arms,

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