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Call the strange spirit that abides unseen	A
In wilds and wastes and shaggy solitudes	B
And bid his dim hand lead thee through these scenes	B
That burst immense around By mountains glens	B
And solitary cataracts that dash	C
Through dark ravines and trees whose wreathed roots	B
O'erhang the torrent's channelled course and streams	B
That far below along the narrow vale	D
Upon their rocky way wind musical	E
Stranger if Nature charm thee if thou lovest	F
To trace her awful steps in glade or glen	G
Or under covert of the rocking wood	F
That sways its murmuring and mossy boughs	B
Above thy head now when the wind at times	B
Stirs its deep silence round thee and the shower	H
Falls on the sighing foliage hail her here	I
In these her haunts and rapt in musings high	J
Think that thou holdest converse with some Power	H
Invisible and strange such as of yore	K
Greece in the shades of piney Maenalaus	B
The abode of Pan or Ida's hoary caves	B
Worshipped and our old Druids 'mid the gloom	L
Of rocks and woods like these with muttered spell	M
Invoked and the loud ring of choral harps	B
Hast thou oft mourned the chidings of the world	F
The sound of her disquiet that ascends	B
For ever mocking the high throne of GOD	F
Hast thou in youth known sorrow Hast thou drooped	F
Heart stricken over youth's and beauty's grave	N
And ever after thought on the sad sound	F
The cold earth made which cast into the vault	F
Consigned thy heart's best treasure dust to dust	F
Here lapped into a sweet forgetfulness	B
Hang o'er the wreathed waterfall and think	O
Thou art alone in this dark world and wide	F
Here Melancholy on the pale crags laid	F
Might muse herself to sleep or Fancy come	P
Witching the mind with tender cozenage	Q
And shaping things that are not here all day	F
Might Meditation listen to the lapse	B
Of the white waters flashing through the cleft	F
And gazing on the many shadowing trees	B
Mingle a pensive moral as she gazed	F
High o'er thy head amidst the shivered slate	F
Behold a sapling yet the wild ash bend	F
Its dark red berries clustering as it wished	F
In the clear liquid mirror ere it fell	M
To trace its beauties o'er the prone cascade	F
Airy and light and elegant the birch	R
Displays its glossy stem amidst the gloom	L
Of alders and jagged fern and evermore	K
Waves her light pensile foliage as she wooed	F
The passing gale to whisper flatteries	B
Upon the adverse bank withered and stripped	F
Of all its pleasant leaves a scathed oak	S
Hangs desolate once sovereign of the scene	A
Perhaps proud of its beauty and its strength	T
And branching its broad arms along the glen	G
Oh speaks it no remonstrance to the heart	F
It seems to say So shall the spoiler come	P
The season that shall shatter your fair leaves	B
Gay children of the summer yet enjoy	Q
Your pleasant prime and lift your green heads high	J
Exulting but the storm will come at last	F
That shall lay low your strength and give your pride	F
To the swift hurrying stream of age like mine	U
And so severe Experience oft reproves	B
The gay and careless children of the world	F
They hear the cold rebuke and then again	G
Turn to their sport as likes them and dance on	V
And let them dance so all their blooming prime	W
They give not up to vanity but learn	X
That wisdom and that virtue which shall best	F
Avail them when the evil days draw nigh	J
And the brief blossoms of their spring time fade	F
Now wind we up the glen and hear below	Y
The dashing torrent in deep woods concealed	F
And now again white flashing on the view	Z
O'er the huge craggy fragments Ancient stream	A2
That murmurest through the mountain solitudes	B
The time has been when no eye marked thy course	B
Save His who made the world Fancy might dream	A2
She saw thee thus bound on from age to age	Q
Unseen of man whilst awful Nature sat	F
On the rent rocks and said These haunts be mine	U
Now Taste has marked thy features here and there	B2
Touching with tender hand but injuring not	F
Thy beauties whilst along thy woody verge	Q
Ascends the winding pathway and the eye	J
Catches at intervals thy varied falls	B
But loftier scenes invite us pass the hill	C2
And through the woody hanging at whose feet	F
The tinkling Ellen winds pursue thy way	F
Yon bleak and weather whitened rock immense	B
Upshoots amidst the scene craggy and steep	D2
And like some high embattled citadel	M
That awes the low plain shadowing Half way up	E2
The purple heath is seen but bare its brow	F2
And deep intrenched and all beneath it spread	F
With massy fragments riven from its top	G2
Amidst the crags and scarce discerned so high	J
Hangs here and there a sheep by its faint bleat	F
Discovered whilst the astonished eye looks up	E2
And marks it on the precipice's brink	O
Pick its scant food secure and fares it not	F
Ev'n so with you poor orphans ye who climb	W
The rugged path of life without a friend	F
And over broken crags bear hardly on	V
With pale imploring looks that seem to say	F
My mother she is buried and at rest	F
Laid in her grave clothes and the heart is still	C2
The only heart that throughout all the world	F
Beat anxiously for you Oh yet bear on	V
He who sustains the bleating lamb shall feed	F
And comfort you meantime the heaven's pure beam	A2
That breaks above the sable mountain's brow	F2
Lighting one after one the sunless crags	F
Awakes the blissful confidence that here	I
Or in a world where sorrow never comes	F
All shall be well	M
Now through the whispering wood	F
We steal and mark the old and mossy oaks	F
Imboss the mountain slope or the wild ash	C
With rich red clusters mantling or the birch	R
In lonely glens light wavering till behold	F
The rapid river shooting through the gloom	L
Its lucid line along and on its side	F
The bordering pastures green where the swinked ox	F
Lies dreaming heedless of the numerous flies	F
That in the transitory sunshine hum	P
Round his broad breast and further up the cot	F
With blue light smoke ascending images	F
Of peace and comfort The wild rocks around	F
Endear your smile the more and the full mind	F
Sliding from scenes of dread magnificence	F
Sinks on your charms reposing such repose	F
The sage may feel when filled and half oppressed	F
With vast conceptions smiling he returns	F
To life's consoling sympathies and hears	F
With heartfelt tenderness the bells ring out	F
Or pipe upon the mountains or the low	Y
Of herds slow winding down the cottaged vale	D
Where day's last sunshine linger Such repose	F
He feels who following where his SHAKSPEARE leads	F
As in a dream through an enchanted land	F
Here with Macbeth in the dread cavern hails	F
The weird sisters and the dismal deed	F
Without a name there sees the charmed isle	H2
The lone domain of Prospero and hark	I2
Wild music such as earth scarce seems to own	J2
And Ariel o'er the slow subsiding surge	Q
Singing her smooth air quaintly Such repose	F
Steals o'er her spirits when through storms at sea	F
Fancy has followed some nigh foundered bark	I2
Full many a league in ocean's solitude	F
Tossed far beyond the Cape of utmost Horn	K2
That stems the roaring deep her dreary track	L2
Still Fancy follows and at dead of night	F
Hears with strange thunder the huge fragments fall	M2
Crashing from mountains of high drifting ice	F
That o'er her bows gleam fearful till at last	F
She hails the gallant ship in some still bay	F
Safe moored or of delightful Tinian	K2
Smiling like fairy isle amid the waste	F
Or of New Zealand where from sheltering rocks	F
The clear cascades gush beautiful and high	J
The woodland scenery towers above the mast	F
Whose long and wavy ensign streams beneath	N2
Far inland clad in snow the mountains lift	F
Their spiry summits and endear the more	K
The sylvan scene around the healing air	B2
Breathes o'er green myrtles and the poe bird flits	F
Amid the shade of aromatic shrubs	F
With silver neck and blue enamelled wing	O2
Now cross the stream and up the narrow track	L2
That winds along the mountain's edge behold	F
The peasant girl ascend cheerful her look	P2
Beneath the umbrage of her broad black hat	F
And loose her dark brown hair the plodding pad	F
That bears her panting climbs and with sure step	Q2
Avoids the jutting f	R2

William Lisle Bowles

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