Of lonely Vaucluse might have sighed, and ne'er
Been tempted by fair Psyche's winning smile
From his pure love's Penelope. And here,
V ARENNES , like a fair Eden purged from guile,
Sits smiling on the night; yon aged pile
With its bright spires reposing on its breast.
Yonder, the Holy M OUNTAIN OF R OUVILLE ,
Like a huge cloud that had come down to rest,
Looms far against the sky, and on its sombre crest.