[MS VIII 64r-64v]

Of various trees a vista green
Into the streamlet looking down
Whose living crystal shot between
All trembling with the leafy gleam.
And coolly on a high arch span
The sportive light reflected ran
Hither and thither fast, and through
That natural arched avenue
There showed a rich and mighty plain,
Rolling its wooded waves away
And through the stretch of that champaign
A noble river wound its way
And on the horizon to the north
Pale gleams of icy sun came forth
From the St Bernards fastnesses,
White as the wreathed salt sea spray
With the snow wreaths that ever press,
Upon that heaven girt boundary,
Boundary meet for Italy
Most meet for such a lovely clime,<
As it looks oer Marengos sea
Unto the Apennine
Tis sweet, a topmost mountain ridge,
Impatiently to climb,
And there to stand and dream away,
A little space of time.