“Schaffhausen” [poem]
 Schaffhausen a
The eve was darkening, as we climbed,
The summit of the hill, 1
And cradled mid the mountain pine,
The breeze
wind
was lying still
Ruskin's line number
1151
b
Beneath the forests shadowy,
System generated line number
5

Long time our path wound on,
One narrow strip of starry sky,
Between the dark firs shone,
Ruskin's line number
1155

The drowsy gnats had ceased their song
Ruskin's line number
11
c
The birds upon the bough were sleeping,
System generated line number
10

And stealthily across our path,
The leveret d was leaping,