LI.

’Twas not within the city--[294] but in sight Of the snow-crown’d sierras, freely sweeping, With many an eagle’s eyrie on the height, And hunter’s cabin, by the torrent peeping Far off: and vales between, and vineyards lay, With sound and gleam of waters on their way, And chestnut woods, that girt the happy sleeping In many a peasant home!--the midnight sky Brought softly that rich world round those who came to die.