...deathlike swoon, 'Till the sheep were in fold, ai*d the curfew 'toird. Hie arose by the light of the Moon. And much did she muse at the cold evening dews That...reflected the pale moon-beam ; But more at the sight that appear'd by its light — And she counted it all a dream. O what is yon heap that peers o'er the steep,...

...the curfew toll'd ; She arose by tho light of the moon. And much did she muse at the cold evening's dews, That reflected the pale moonbeam ; But more at the sight that appeared by its light — And she counted it all a dream. 0 what is yon heap that peers o'er the steep,...