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Perceiving her spirits unequal to the task she had assigned herself of

visiting the deserted rooht, when she left

the library, she walked into the garden, and down to the terrace, that

overhung the river The sun was now set; but, under the dark branches

of the al

beyond the twilight of middle air The bat flitted silently by; and,

now and then, the ale was heard The

circuht to her recollection some lines, which

she had once heard St Aubert recite on this very spot, and she had now

athem

SONNET

Now the bat circles on the breeze of eve,

That creeps, in shudd'ring fits, along the wave,

And trehs the wanderer deceive;

For oft, when melancholy charms his mind,

He thinks the Spirit of the rock he hears,

Nor listens, but with sweetly-thrilling fears,

To the low, mystic ht-dew

Falls silent round, and, o'er thewave, and far-discover'd skiff,

Spreads the gray veil of soft, harmonious hue