On I sped, passing by two noisy brooks coming from Snowdon to pay tribute to the lake.

And now I had left the lake and the valley behind, and was ascending a hill.

As I gained its summit, up rose the moon to cheer my way.

In a little time, a wild stony gorge confronted me, a stream ran down the gorge with hollow roar, a bridge lay across it.

I asked a figure whom I saw standing by the bridge the place's name.