« AnteriorContinuar »
How shall I paint thee?-Be this naked stone
TAKE, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take
A Protean change seems wrought while I pursue
Thridding with sinuous lapse the rushes, through
Robed instantly in garb of snow-white foam;
Else let the dastard backward wend, and roam,
Seeking less bold achievement, where he will!
SOLE listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played
And thou hast also tempted here to rise,
'Mid sheltering pines, this Cottage rude and grey;
ERE yet our course was graced with social trees
And caught the fragrance which the sundry flowers,
There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness; The trembling eyebright showed her sapphire blue, The thyme her purple, like the blush of Even; And if the breath of some to no caress
Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view,
All kinds alike seemed favourites of Heaven.
“CHANGE me, some God, into that breathing rose !”
The thousandth part of what the Nymph bestows;
Ungraciously receives. Too daring choice!
There are whose calmer mind it would content