In the evening, I walked alone down to the Lake by the side of Crow Park after sunset and saw the solemn coloring of night draw on, the last gleam of sunshine fading away on the hilltops, the seep serene of the asters, and the long shadows of the mountains thrown across them, till they nearly touched the hithermost shore. At distance hear the murmur of many waterfalls not audible in the day-time. Wished for the moon, but she was dark to me and silent, hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

A fav'rite has no friend!

Thought would destroy their paradise.

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.

E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.