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At early dawn, — or rather when the air
Glimmers with fading light, and shadowy eve
Is busiest to confer and to bereave, —
Then, pensive Votary, let thy feet repair
To Gordale-chasm, terrific as the lair
Where the young lions couch; — for so, by leave
Of the propitious hour, thou may'st perceive
The local Deity, with oozy hair
And mineral crown, beside his jagged urn
Recumbent: — Him thou may'st behold, who hides
His lineaments by day, and there presides,
Teaching the docile waters how to turn;
Or, if need be, impediment to spurn,
And force their passage to the salt-sea tides!
Was the aim frustrated by force or guile, When giants scooped from out the rocky ground — Tier under tier — this semicirque profound? (Giants — the same who built in Erin's isle That Causeway with incomparable toil!) O, had this vast theatric structure wound With finished sweep into a perfect round, No mightier work had gained the plausive smile Of all-beholding Phoebus! But, alas, Vain earth! — false world! — Foundations must be laid In Heav'n; for, mid the wreck of is and Was, Things incomplete and purposes betrayed Make sadder transits o'er truth's mystic glass Than noblest objects utterly decayed.
COMPOSED DURING A SEVERE STORM.
One who was suffering tumult in his soul —
VOL. III. i
COMPOSED ON THE BANKS OF A ROCKY STREAM.
Dogmatic Teachers, of the snow-white fur!
WRITTEN IN VERY EARL? YOUTH.
Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The Kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The Horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is up, and cropping yet his later meal:
Dark is the.ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, seems to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain:
Oh! leave me to myself; nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.