text:  Ere yet dim twilight brighten'd into day Or waned the silver morning-star away Shedding its last lone melancholy smile Above the mountain-tops of far Argyle; Ere yet the solan's wing had brush'd the sea Or issued from its cell the mountain bee; As dawn beyond the orient Cumbraes shone Thy northern slope Byrone From Ascog's rocks o'erflung with woodland bowers With scarlet fuschias and faint myrtle flowers My steps essay'd; brushing the diamond dew From the soft moss lithe grass and harebell blue