Morn dawns; and with it stern Albania's hills,

Dark Suli's rocks, and Pindus' inland peak,[144]

Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills,

Arrayed in many a dun and purple streak,

Arise; and, as the clouds along them break,

Disclose the dwelling of the mountaineer:

Here roams the wolf—the eagle whets his beak—

Birds—beasts of prey—and wilder men appear,

And gathering storms around convulse the closing year.