The Southern sun with his deep flood of light

The Southern sun with his deep flood of light Was slowly sinking, and the moated tide Hung heavy o’er the dusky brow of night. Along the gilded west rose far and wide A range of hills; a vale on either side Where rich magnolias grew, stretched far adown; And in this hollow vale might be descried, Where long the rose and hyacinth hath blown, A modest cabin’s roof with woodbine overgrown.