I. NOT envying shades which haply yet may throw A grateful coolness round that rocky spring, Bandusia, once responsive to the string Of the Horatian lyre with babbling flow; Careless of flowers that in perennial blow I seek the birth-place of a native Stream. Than pass in needless sleep from dream to dream: II. CHILD of the clouds! remote from every taint Thine are the honours of the lofty waste; Not seldom, when with heat the valleys faint, Thy hand-maid Frost with spangled tissue quaint to chant thy birth, thou hast Thy cradle decks; No meaner Poet than the whistling Blast, And Desolation is thy Patron-saint! She guards thee, ruthless Power! who would not spare Those mighty forests, once the bison's screen, Where stalked the huge deer to his shaggy lair * Through paths and alleys roofed with sombre green, Thousand of years before the silent air Was pierced by whizzing shaft of hunter keen! * The deer alluded to is the Leigh, a gigantic species long since extinct. III. How shall I paint thee? Be this naked stone My seat while I give way to such intent; IV. TAKE, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take A Protean change seems wrought while I pursue The curves, a loosely-scattered chain doth make; Or rather thou appear'st a glistering snake, Thridding with sinuous lapse the rushes, through Starts from a dizzy steep the undaunted Rill And laughing dares the Adventurer, who hath clomb Else let the Dastard backward wend, and roam, Seeking less bold achievement, where he will! V. SOLE listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played 'Mid sheltering pines, this Cottage rude and grey; |