The scene is waken'd, yet its peace unbroke,
By silver'd wreaths of quiet
charcoal
smoke,
That, o'er the ruins of the fallen wood,
Steal down the hills, and spread along the flood.
William Wordsworth
. golden ... 1793.]
[Variant 99:
1836.
The deepest dell the mountain's breast displays, 1793.
... the mountain's front ... 1820.]
[Variant 100:
1836.
The scene is waken'd, yet its peace unbroke,
By silver'd wreaths of quiet
charcoal
smoke,
That, o'er the ruins of the fallen wood,
Steal down the hills, and spread along the flood.
1793.]
[Variant 101:
1836.
All air is, as the sleeping water, still,
List'ning th' aereal music of the hill, 1793.
Air listens, as the sleeping water still,
To catch the spiritual music of the hill, 1832.]
[Variant 102:
1836.
Soon follow'd by his hollow-parting oar,
And echo'd hoof approaching the far shore; 1793.]
