...rty to the Lake, And stopped, at evening, here. Twas duskish down below; but all These hills stood in the sun, Till, dipped behind yon purple wall, He left them, one by one. A lady, who, from Thornton hill , Had held her place outside, And, as a pleasant woman will, Had cheered the long, dull ride, Besought me, with so sweet a smile, That—though I hate delays— I could not choose but re...