Hail Twilight, Sovereign Of One Peaceful Hour! Not Dull Art Thou As Undiscerning Night; But Studious Only To Remove From Sight Day'S Mutable Distinctions. Ancient Power! Thus Did The Waters Gleam, The Mountains Lower, To The Rude Briton, When, In Wolf-Skin Vest Here Roving Wild, He Laid Him Down To Rest On The Bare Rock, Or Through A Leafy Bower Looked Ere His Eyes Were Closed. By Him Was Seen The Self-Same Vision Which We Now Behold; At Thy Meek Bidding, Shadowy Power! Brought Forth These Mighty Barriers, And The Gulf Between; The Flood, The Stars, A Spectacle As Old As The Beginning Of The Heavens And Earth!