... those lustres pale
    Tracking the fitful motions of the gale. 1815.]

[Variant 91: 

1815.

   —­’Tis restless magic all; at once the bright [vi]
    Breaks on the shade, the shade upon the light,
    Fair Spirits are abroad; in sportive chase
    Brushing with lucid wands the water’s face,
    While music stealing round the glimmering deeps
    Charms the tall circle of th’ enchanted steeps. 
   —­As thro’ th’ astonished woods the notes ascend,
    The mountain streams their rising song suspend;
    Below Eve’s listening Star, the sheep walk stills
    It’s drowsy tinklings on th’ attentive hills;
    The milkmaid stops her ballad, and her pail
    Stays it’s low murmur in th’ unbreathing vale;
    No night-duck clamours for his wilder’d mate,
    Aw’d, while below the Genii hold their state. 
   —­The pomp is fled, and mute the wondrous strains,
    No wrack of all the pageant scene remains,
    [vii] So vanish those fair Shadows, human Joys,
    But Death alone their vain regret destroys. 
    Unheeded Night has overcome the vales,
    On the dark earth the baffl’d vision fails,
    If peep between the clouds a star on high,
    There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
    The latest lingerer of the forest train,
    The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
    Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
    Lost in the deepen’d darkness, glimmers hoar;
    High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
    Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
    Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
    Small cottage lights across the water stream,
    Nought else of man or life remains behind
    To call from other worlds the wilder’d mind,
    Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
    [viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains. 
   —­No purple prospects now the mind employ
    Glowing in golden sunset tints of joy,
    But o’er the sooth’d ...

Only in the edition of 1793.]

[Variant 92: 

1836.

    The bird, with fading light who ceas’d to thread
    Silent the hedge or steaming rivulet’s bed, 1793.

    The bird, who ceased, with fading light, to thread 1815.]

[Variant 93: 

1836.

    Salute with boding note the rising moon,
    Frosting with hoary light the pearly ground,
    And pouring deeper blue to Aether’s bound;
    Rejoic’d her solemn pomp of clouds to fold
    In robes of azure, fleecy white, and gold,
    While rose and poppy, as the glow-worm fades,
    Checquer with paler red the thicket shades. 1793.

The last two lines occur only in the edition of 1793.

    And pleased her solemn pomp of clouds to fold 1815.]

[Variant 94: