That seeks to stifle it ;- —as in those days 1820. VII. THE PLAIN OF DONNERDALE. THE old inventive Poets, had they seen, The still repose, the liquid lapse serene, Innocuous as a firstling of the flock, And countenanced like a soft cerulean sky, Shalt change thy temper; and, with many a shock Given and received in mutual jeopardy, Dance like a Bacchanal, from rock to rock, VIII. RETURN, Content! for fondly I pursued, unseen; Through tangled woods, impending rocks between; Or, free as air, with flying inquest viewed They taught me random cares and truant joys, stains Vague minds, while men are growing out of boys; Maturer Fancy owes to their rough noise Impetuous thoughts that brook not servile reins. 1820. IX. AFTER-THOUGHT. I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, I see what was, and is, and will abide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; To live, and act, and serve the future hour; We feel that we are greater than we know. 1820. THE END. BALLANTYNE PRESS : EDINBURGH AND LONDON. |