There, sometimes does a leaping Fish Thither the Rainbow comes, the Cloud; Not knowing what to think, a while From those abrupt and perilous rocks, He instantly recall'd the Name, And who he was, and whence he came; On which the Traveller pass'd this way. But hear a wonder now, for sake Of which this mournful Tale I tell! A lasting monument of words This wonder merits well. The Dog, which still was hovering nigh, Repeating the same timid cry, This Dog had been through three months' space A Dweller in that savage place. Yes, proof was plain that since the day How nourish'd here through such long time And gave that strength of feeling, great She was a Phantom of delight To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; From May-time and the chearful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. |