[MS VIII 70v]

Schaffhausen 
The eve was darkening, as we climbed,
The summit of the hills
And cradled mid the mountain pine,
The wind was lying stil
Beneath the forests shadowy,
Long time our path wound on,
One narrow strip of starry sky,
Between the dark firs shone, 
The drowsy gnats had ceased their song
The birds upon the bough were sleeping,
And stealthily across our path,
The leveret was leaping,