|line||With these words of cheer they arose and continued their journey.|
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
|865||Like a magician extended his golden wand o'er the landscape;|
Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.
Hanging between two skies, a cloud with edges of silver,
Floated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the motionless water.
|870||Filled was Evangeline's heart with inexpressible sweetness.|
Touched by the magic spell, the sacred fountains of feeling
Glowed with the light of love, as the skies and waters around her.
Then from a neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers,
Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water,
|875||Shook from his little throat such floods of delirious music,|
That the whole air and the woods and the waves seemed silent to listen.
Plaintive at first were the tones and sad: then soaring to madness
Seemed they to follow or guide the revel of frenzied Bacchantes.