To tend their silent boats and ringing wains, Or strip the bough whose mellow fruit bestrews The ripening corn beneath it. As mine eyes Turn from the fortified and threatening hill, How sweet the prospect of yon watery glade, With its grey rocks clustering in pensive shade, That, shaped like old monastic turrets, rise From the smooth meadow ground, serene and still! 1820. SKY-PROSPECT. IV. FROM THE PLAIN OF Lo! in the burning west, the craggy nape DUDDON * SONNETS. I. CHILD of the clouds! remote from every taint Of sordid industry thy lot is cast; Thine are the honours of the lofty waste; Not seldom, when with heat the valleys faint, 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, Thousands of years before the silent air Was pierced by whizzing shaft of hunter keen ! 1820. * A river of the English Lake District.-Ed. II. SOLE listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played With thy clear voice, I caught the fitful sound Whose ruddy children, by the mother's eyes Carelessly watched, sport through the summer day, Thy pleased associates:-light as endless May On Infant bosoms lonely Nature lies. 1820. III. FLOWERS. ERE yet our course was graced with social trees Fed by the stream with soft perpetual showers, Plenteously yielded to the vagrant breeze. 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. 1820. IV. WHAT aspect bore the Man who roved or fled, Along his path? His unprotected bed truder nursed Was the in In hideous usages, and rites accursed, That thinned the living and disturbed the dead? No voice replies ;—the earth, the air is mute; And Thou, blue Streamlet, murmuring yield'st no more Than a soft record that whatever fruit Of ignorance thou mightst witness heretofore, Thy function was to heal and to restore, To soothe and cleanse, not madden and pollute ! V. O MOUNTAIN Stream! the Shepherd and his Cct Though simple thy companions were and few; VI. SEATHWAITE CHAPEL. SACRED Religion, "mother of form and fear," Dread arbitress of mutable respect, New rites ordaining, when the old are wrecked, Or cease to please the fickle worshipper; Mother of Love! (that name best suits thee here) Mother of Love! for this deep vale, protect Truth's holy lamp, pure source of bright effect, Gifted to purge the vapoury atmosphere |