[MS VIII 64v-65r]

It was an eve of summer, mild
As ever looked the pale moon through
That the deep waters were beguiled
Into such rest, that as the blue,
The moveless blue of the high heaven
Such sleep was to the low lake
That as in lethargy it lay
Waveless and tideless, soft and grey
As chasmless glacier, Voicelessly
The little barks came gliding by
Apparently without a wind
Leaving long ripply wakes behind
It would have seemed a lifeless sea
But there arose colossally
Beyond the mist horizon, where,
The waters mingled with the air
The spirits of gigantic things,
Lords of the earth and air and sky.
Where white heavens cloud in his gathering around them flings
Concealment everlastingly
The mountain snow, like scattered flocks<Speckled on high the red ribbed rocks,
Or down the ravines rolling blue
Its crisped surge oer the green fields threw
Flinging the icewaves far and wide
Like the tortured spray of the ocean tide green of the and mountain side
Breaking broad on the mountain side.
Yet was there such a softness shed
Upon the rude alps stormy head
On massive wood and russet brake
Flashing river and polished