Unchanged, CORUISK, thou liest!— Time hath made

Unchanged, CORUISK, thou liest!— Time hath made
No mark on thee his empery to attest;
Winter and summer, light and solemn shade,
Break not the eternal darkness of thy breast,
Black Lake of Sorrow, stillest, woefullest
Of all God's Waters, — countless storms have played
O'er thee and round, since on thy shores I prayed
And left thee here untroubled in thy rest . . .
And o'er thee still the sunless Peaks arise
Finding no mirror in thy depths below,
And night by night Heaven with its million eyes
Hath watch' d thy lava-pools of silent woe,—
The same thou art, under the same sad Skies,
As when God's Hand first stilled thee, long