By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I strayed, With Infancy's light step and glances wild, And saw vast rocks, on steepy mountains piled, Frown o'er the umbrageous glen; or pleased surveyed The cloudy moonshine in the shadowy glade, Romantic Nature to the enthusiast child Grew dearer far than when serene she smiled, In uncontrasted loveliness arrayed. But O! in every scene, with sacred sway, Her graces fire me; from the bloom that spreads Resplendent in the lucid morn of May, To the green light the little glow-worm sheds On mossy banks, when midnight glooms prevail, And softest silence broods o'er all the dale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MINSTREL BOY by THOMAS MOORE TO ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE CLOAK by ANNA LOUISE BARNEY THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 24 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 3. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |