It is my pleasant heritage; 1815. My father many a happy year Spread here his careless blossoms, here Attained a good old age. On me such bounty Summer pours, IX. The butterfly, all green and gold, To me hath often flown, Here in my blossoms to behold When grass is chill with rain or dew, X. Her voice was blithe, her heart was light; The Spring for me a garland weaves 1800. Her speech, until the stars of night But in the branches of the oak XI. One night, my Children! from the north At break of day I ventured forth, The storm had fallen upon the Oak, And struck him with a mighty stroke, And whirled, and whirled him far away; The little careless Broom was left To live for many a day." The spot is fixed within narrow limits by the Fenwick note. It is, beyond doubt, on the wooded part of Nab-Scar, through which the upper path from Grasmere to Rydal passes. There is one hugh block of stone high above the path, which answers well to the description in the second stanza.-ED. [Written at Town-end, Grasmere. The first eight stanzas were composed extempore one winter evening in the cottage, when, after having tired myself with labouring at an awkward passage in "The Brothers," I started with a sudden impulse to this to get rid of the other, and finished it in a day or two. My sister and I had passed the 1 1815. One night the wind came from the north 1800. place a few weeks before in our wild winter journey from Sockburn on the banks of the Tees to Grasmere. A peasant whom we met near the spot told us the story so far as concerned the name of the Well, and the Hart, and pointed out the Stones. Both the stones and the well are objects that may easily be missed. The tradition by this time may be extinct in the neighbourhood. The man who related it to us was very old.] Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles from Richmond in Yorkshire, and near the side of the road that leads from Richmond to Askrigg. Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase, the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the second part of the following poem, which monuments do now exist as I have there described them. 1 THE Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor "Another horse!"-That shout the vassal heard Joy sparkled in the prancing courser's eyes; A rout this morning left Sir Walter's Hall, Sir Walter, restless as a veering wind, Calls to the few tired dogs that yet remain : 1836. He turned aside towards a vassal's door, 1800. The Knight hallooed, he cheered and chid them on1 Where is the throng, the tumult of the race? The poor Hart toils along the mountain-side; Dismounting, then, he leaned against a thorn; 3 Close to the thorn on which Sir Walter leaned, Upon his side the Hart was lying stretched: And with the last deep groan his breath had fetched And now, too happy for repose or rest, Sir Walter walked all round, north, south, and west, And climbing up the hill (it was at least 4 Four roods of sheer ascent) Sir Walter found Three several hoof-marks which the hunted Beast 5 Had left imprinted on the grassy ground. Sir Walter wiped his face, and cried, "Till now I'll build a pleasure-house upon this spot, A cunning artist will I have to frame A basin for that fountain in the dell! And they who do make mention of the same, From this day forth, shall call it HART-LEAP WELL. Three several marks which with his hoofs the Beast 1800. |