"'Tis the middle watch of a summer's night, The earth is dark but the heavens are bright; Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon and the stars and the cloudless sky, And the flood which rolls its milky hue, A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cro' Nest, She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below; His sides are broken by spots of shade, By the walnut bough and the cedar made, And through their clustering branches dark Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark, Like starry twinkles that momently break Through the rifts of the gathering tempest's rack." The story is told that Drake, then about twenty-one years of age, and James Fenimore Cooper and Fitz-Greene Halleck, who were his close friends, in August, 1816, were strolling through these Highlands. His companions got into a discussion, holding that our American rivers gave no such rare opportunities for poetic fancy as the streams of older lands. Drake disputed this, and, to prove the contrary, composed within three days this exquisite poem, which has largely made his fame. It is a simple yet interesting story. The fairies living in this beautiful valley are called together at midnight to punish one who has broken his vow, and they sentence him to a difficult penance, with all the evil spirits of air and water opposing. The genius of the poet interweaves the poem with every natural attraction the locality affords. Thus are the fairies summoned to the dance: "Ouphe and goblin! imp and sprite! Elf of eve and starry fay! Ye that love the moon's soft light, Hither, hither, wend your way. Twine ye in a jocund ring; Sing and trip it merrily; Hand to hand and wing to wing, Round the wild witch-hazel tree."