An ode to the lake

Behold, the lonesome lake amidst the evergreen woods. 'Tis drifting in the quietness of wondrous solitude, Upon the visage of languid silvery hue, The earthly splendor of greatest joy imbue, Waltzing the emerald ramparts of wildering trees, Which sway around the curvature with the solemn breeze. And the handsome brake will greet of the sweetest gay, The joyous weeds in the shore gleaming with the ray, Of the sprightly sun on days of summery haze, As the flowery band carols in a tempting gaze. And Oh! It has been hours since my long sojourn, For the weariness o'er I bore, now has gone! In the whispers of tender waves lapsing to and fro, As the gentle eye of summer bids for his withdraw. And departure 'tis for a visitor I am, Subtly on the padded floor, Adieu with a shame!