All round was calm and still; the noon of night
Was fast approaching: up the unclouded sky
The lovely moon pursued her path of light,
And shed her silvery splendour far and nigh:
No sound save of the night-wind's gentlest sigh
Fell on the ear; and that so softly blew
It scarcely stirr'd in passing lightly by
The acacia's airy foliage; faintly too
It kiss'd the jasmine stars that at my window grew.

I turn'd me to past hours, remember'd yet,
When we together walk'd the ocean shore;
What time the sun in hues of glory set,
What time the waves obey'd the winds no more
And musie broke where thunder burst before:
I thought of moments when we turn'd the page
Of Scotland's shepherd Bard, and linger'd o'er
His simple pictures of an earlier age,
Kilmeny's heavenly trance, the Abbot's pilgrimage.