Scatters, like stars, the glittering rime.
How still and white is all around!
How rings the track with new sparr'd frost!
Far off the metal's cymbal sound
Betrays thee, for a moment lost ...

Cramer tells how Klopstock paid a long-remembered visit to Count
Bernstoff at Schloss Stintenburg:

It has a most romantic situation in a bewitching part of
Mecklenburg; 'tis surrounded by forest full of delightful gloom,
and a large lake, with a charming little island in the centre,
which wakes echoes. Klopstock is very fond of echoes, and is
always trying to find them in his walks.

This illustrates the lines in _Stintenburg_:

Isle of pious solitude,
Loved playmate of the echo and the lake, etc.

but in this ode, as in so many of his, simple personal feeling gives
way to the stilted mannerism of the bard poetry.

He wrote of Soroe,[12] one of the loveliest places in the Island of
Zealand, as 'an uncommonly pleasant place'; where 'By a sacred tree,
on a raised grass plot two hundred paces from the great alley, and
from a view over the Friedensburg Lake towards a little wooded island
... Fanny appeared to him in the silver evening clouds over the
tree-tops.'