302 SYLVAN' SKETCHKS. 



" Bright rose the flame replenished ; it illumed 

 The cork-tree's furrowed rind, its rifts and swells, 

 And redder scars, and where its aged boughs 

 O'erbowered the travellers, cast upon the leaves 

 A floating, grey, unrealising gleam." 



RODERICK. 



