And wild Impatience, panting upward, show’d
    Where tipp’d with gold the mountain-summits glow’d. 1793.]

[Variant 9: 

1836.

    With Hope Reflexion blends her social rays 1793.]

[Variant 10: 

1820.

    While, Memory at my side, I wander here,
    Starts at the simplest sight th’ unbidden tear,
    A form discover’d at the well-known seat,
    A spot, that angles at the riv’let’s feet,
    The ray the cot of morning trav’ling nigh,
    And sail that glides the well-known alders by.

Only in the edition of 1793.]

[Variant 11: 

1820.

    To shew her yet some joys to me remain, 1793.]

[Variant 12: 

1820.

    ... with soft affection’s ear, 1793.]

[Variant 13: 

1836.

... with lights between; Gazing the tempting shades to them deny’d, When stood the shorten’d herds amid’ the tide, Where, from the barren wall’s unshelter’d end, Long rails into the shallow lake extend; 1793.

    When, at the barren wall’s unsheltered end,
    Where long rails far into the lake extend,
    Crowded the shortened herds, and beat the tides
    With their quick tails, and lash’d their speckled sides; 1820.]

[Variant 14: 

1836.

    And round the humming elm, a glimmering scene! 
    In the brown park, in flocks, the troubl’d deer 1793.

    ... in herds, ... 1820.]

[Variant 15: 

1820.

    When horses in the wall-girt intake stood,
    Unshaded, eying far below, the flood,
    Crouded behind the swain, in mute distress,
    With forward neck the closing gate to press;
    And long, with wistful gaze, his walk survey’d,
    ’Till dipp’d his pathway in the river shade; 1793.]

[Variant 16: 

1845.

   —­Then Quiet led me up the huddling rill,
    Bright’ning with water-breaks the sombrous gill; 1793.

   —­Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill
    Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, 1820.

    Then, while I wandered where the huddling rill
    Brightens with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, 1836.]

[Variant 17: 

1820.

    To where, while thick above the branches close,
    In dark-brown bason its wild waves repose,
    Inverted shrubs, and moss of darkest green,
    Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between;
    Save that, atop, the subtle sunbeams shine,
    On wither’d briars that o’er the craggs recline;
    Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,
    Illumes with sparkling foam the twilight shade. 
    Beyond, along the visto of the brook,
    Where antique roots its bustling path o’erlook,
    The eye reposes on a secret bridge
    Half grey, half shagg’d with ivy to its ridge. 
   —­Sweet rill, farewel! ... 1793.]