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An animal delight though dim!
I looked, I scanned her o'er and o'er;
So be it but let praise ascend
.“gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name."
Though narrow be that Old Man's cares, and near, The poor
Old Man is greater than he seems : For he hath waking empire, wide as dreams; An ample sovereignty of eye and ear. Rich are his walks with supernatural cheer ; The region of his inner spirit teems With vital sounds, and monitory gleams Of high astonishment and pleasing fear. He the seven birds hath seen that never part, Seen the SEVEN WHISTLERS in their nightly rounds, And counted them: and oftentimes will startFor overhead are sweeping GABRIEL's Hounds, Doomed, with their impious Lord, the flying Hart, To chase for ever, on aërial grounds.
SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST.
HERBERT'S ISLAND, DERWENT-WATER.
This Island, guarded from profane approach
Stranger! this shapeless heap of stones and earth
A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved