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...EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 34. TRUE LOVE KNOWS BUT ONE by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 22 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) REMEMBRANCE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES IN DEATH by MARY EMILY NEELEY BRADLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN THE STONE-FLOORED WORKSHOP by EDWARD CARPENTER |