through their rosy deps

While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,

Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue

Might mark thy distant flight, to do thee wrong,

As, darkly seen against the crimson sky,

Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,

Or where the rocking billows rise and sink

Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,

At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere;

Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,

Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,

And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend,

Hath swallowed up thy form, yet, on my heart read more