[Variant 41: 

1836.

    Once did I pierce to where a cabin stood;
    The red-breast peace had buried it in wood, 1820.

    And once I pierced the mazes of a wood,
    Where, far from public haunt, a cabin stood; 1827.]

[Variant 42: 

1836.

    There, by the door a hoary-headed Sire
    Touched with his withered hand an ancient lyre; 1820.]

[Variant 43: 

1836.

This and the following line were expanded from

    Beneath an old-grey oak, as violets lie, 1820.]

[Variant 44: 

1836.

    ... joined the holy sound; 1820.]

[Variant 45: 

1836.

    While ... 1820.]

[Variant 46: 

1845.

    Bend o’er th’ abyss, the else impervious gloom 1820.

    Hang o’er th’ abyss:—... 1827.

    ... the abyss:—... 1832.]

[Variant 47: 

1836.

    Freshening the waste of sand with shades and springs.
   —­She, solitary, through the desart drear
    Spontaneous wanders, hand in hand with Fear. 1820.

    By choice or doom a gipsy wanders here,
    Companionless, or hand in hand with fear;
    Lo! where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock,
    A cowering shape half-seen through curling smoke.  MS.]

[Variant 48: 

1836.

    The Grison gypsey here her tent hath placed,
    Sole human tenant of the piny waste;
    Her tawny skin, dark eyes, and glossy locks,
    Bend o’er the smoke that curls beneath the rocks.[iii] 1820.]

[Variant 49: 

1845.

Lines 179-185 were substituted in 1845 for

      A giant moan along the forest swells
    Protracted, and the twilight storm foretels,
    And, ruining from the cliffs, their deafening load
    Tumbles,—­the wildering Thunder slips abroad;
    On the high summits Darkness comes and goes,
    Hiding their fiery clouds, their rocks, and snows;
    The torrent, traversed by the lustre broad,
    Starts like a horse beside the flashing road;
    In the roofed bridge, at that terrific hour,
    She seeks a shelter from the battering show’r. 
   —­Fierce comes the river down; the crashing wood
    Gives way, and half it’s pines torment the flood;
    [iv] Fearful, beneath, the Water-spirits call,
    And the bridge vibrates, tottering to its fall. 1820.

      When rueful moans along the forest swell
    Protracted, and the twilight storm foretel,
    And, headlong from the cliffs, a deafening load
    Tumbles,—­and wildering thunder slips abroad;
    When on the summits Darkness comes and goes,
    Hiding their fiery clouds, their rocks, and snows;