Classic Poem

I SAW HER in the fleeting Wind,
I heard Her on the sounding Shore;
The fairy Nymph of shadowy Kind,
That oft derides the Winter's Roar:
I heard her lash from Rock to Rock,
With shrill repeating solemn Shock;
I met her in the twilight's Shade
As flitting o'er my pensive Glade;
O'er yonder tepid Lake she flew,
Her Mantle gemm'd with silver Dew;
The bursting Note swept through the Sky
As the young Vallies pass'd the Sigh:
In Accents varied as the Passions change,
The Nymph, wild Echo , sweeps the hallow Range.