[Variant 58:

1845.

Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.

Winding its darksome wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade
Of low-hung vapour: on the freshened mead
The green light sparkles;--the dim bowers recede. 1836.]


[Variant 59:

1836.

... drizzling ... 1815.]


[Variant 60:

1845.

... my soul awake,
Lo! Fear looks silent down on Uri's lake;