Littell's Living Age/Volume 151/Issue 1948/Sunset on the Lomonds

where into the sunset far The terraced mountains rise, The cresset of a single star Just o'er them in the skies! Oh that to me a dove's meek eyes And snowy wings were given To reach yon hills, and realize The calm they have from heaven! My soul is o'er the vale of Leven (Though here in streets I stray) Till fades the holy golden even: The wish, too, dies away! Alas for earth! that all it may, Is but a mood in me; And that, when heaven withdraws its ray, The mood should cease to be!