Lo the dwindled woods and meadows! What a vast abyss is there! Lo the clouds, the solemn shadows, And the glistenings, — heavenly fair! And a record of commotion Maiden! now take flight; -inherit Or survey their bright dominions Thine are all the coral fountains Of the untrodden lunar mountains ; To Niphates' top invited, For the power of hills is on thee, XXXVI. 1816. TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO HAD BEEN REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN THE COUNTRY. DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail! Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see There, healthy as a shepherd-boy, And treading among flowers of joy Which at no season fade, Thou, while thy babes around thee cling, A Woman may be made. Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, But an old age serene and bright, 1803. XXXVII. WATER-FOWL. "Let me be allowed the aid of verse to describe the evolutions which these visitants sometimes perform, on a fine day towards the close of winter.". · Extract from the Author's Book on the Lakes. MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood, With grace of motion that might scarcely seem Inferior to angelic, prolong Their curious pastime! shaping in mid-air Hundreds of curves and circlets, to and fro, Faint, faint at first; and then an eager sound, They tempt the sun to sport amid their plumes; As if they scorned both resting-place and rest! 1812. XXXVIII. VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB. THIS Height a ministering Angel might select: For from the summit of BLACK COMB (dread name Derived from clouds and storms!) the amplest range Of unobstructed prospect may be seen That British ground commands:- low dusky tracts, Where Trent is nursed, far southward! Cambrian hills To the southwest, a multitudinous show; And, in a line of eyesight linked with these, VIEW FROM THE TOP OF BLACK COMB. 223 Crowding the quarter whence the sun comes forth, A dwindled object, and submits to lie At the spectator's feet. Is it a perishable cloud? Yon azure ridge, Or there Do we behold the line of Erin's coast? Land sometimes by the roving shepherd-swain (Like the bright confines of another world) Not doubtfully perceived. Look homeward now! The spectacle, how pure! — Of Nature's works, Display august of man's inheritance, Of Britain's calm felicity and power! 1813. Black Comb stands at the southern extremity of Cumberland: its base covers a much greater extent of ground than any other mountain in those parts; and, from its situation, the summit commands a more extensive view than any other point in Britain. |