BEAUMONT! it was thy wish that I should rear A seemly Cottage in this sunny Dell, On favoured ground, thy gift, where I might dwell In neighbourhood with One to me most dear, That undivided we from year to year Might work in our high Calling -- a bright hope To which our fancies, mingling, gave free scope Till checked by some necessities severe. And should these slacken, honoured BEAUMONT! still Even then we may perhaps in vain implore Leave of our fate thy wishes to fulfil. Whether this boon be granted us or not, Old Skiddaw will look down upon the Spot With pride, the Muses love it evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TASK: BOOK 4. THE WINTER EVENING by WILLIAM COWPER INVERSNAID by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL SONNET: 57 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IN A SPRING GROVE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |