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The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray	A
The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold	B
Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way	A
And long and loud the bell's slow chime is tolled	B
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The reddening light gains fast upon the skies	C
And far away the glistening vapours sail	D
Down the rough steep the accustomed hedger hies	C
And the stream winds in brightness through the vale	D
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Mark how those riven rocks on either shore	E
Uplift their bleak and furrowed fronts on high	F
How proudly desolate their foreheads hoar	E
That meet the earliest sunbeams of the sky	F
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Bound for yon dusky mart with pennants gay	A
The tall bark on the winding water's line	G
Between the riven cliffs slow plies her way	A
And peering on the sight the white sails shine	G
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Alas for those by drooping sickness worn	H
Who now come forth to meet the cheering ray	A
And feel the fragrance of the tepid morn	H
Round their torn breasts and throbbing temples play	A
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Perhaps they muse with a desponding sigh	F
On the cold vault that shall their bones inurn	H
Whilst every breeze seems as it whispers by	F
To breathe of comfort never to return	H
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Yet oft as sadly thronging dreams arise	C
Awhile forgetful of their pain they gaze	C
A transient lustre lights their faded eyes	C
And o'er their cheek the tender hectic plays	C
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The purple morn that paints with sidelong gleam	I
The cliff's tall crest the waving woods that ring	J
With songs of birds rejoicing in the beam	I
Touch soft the wakeful nerve's according string	J
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Then at sad Meditation's silent hour	K
A thousand wishes steal upon the heart	L
And whilst they meekly bend to Heaven's high power	K
Ah think 'tis hard 'tis surely hard to part	L
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To part from every hope that brought delight	M
From those that loved them those they loved so much	N
Then Fancy swells the picture on the sight	M
And softens every scene at every touch	N
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Sweet as the mellowed woods beneath the moon	H
Remembrance lends her soft uniting shades	C
Some natural tears she drops but wipes them soon	H
The world retires and its dim prospect fades	C
	-
Airs of delight that soothe the aching sense	C
Waters of health that through yon caverns glide	O
Oh kindly yet your healing powers dispense	C
And bring back feeble life's exhausted tide	O
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Perhaps to these gray rocks and mazy springs	C
Some heart may come warmed with the purest fire	K
For whom bright Fancy plumes her radiant wings	C
And warbling Muses wake the lonely lyre	P
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Some orphan Maid deceived in early youth	Q
Pale o'er yon spring may hang in mute distress	C
Who dream of faith of happiness and truth	Q
Of love that Virtue would protect and bless	C
	-
Some musing Youth in silence there may bend	R
Untimely stricken by sharp Sorrow's dart	L
For friendship formed yet left without a friend	R
And bearing still the arrow at his heart	L
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Such was lamented RUSSELL'S early doom	S
The gay companion of our stripling prime	T
Ev'n so he sank unwept into the tomb	S
And o'er his head closed the dark gulph of time	T
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Hither he came a wan and weary guest	U
A softening balm for many a wound to crave	V
And wooed the sunshine to his aching breast	U
Which now seems smiling on his verdant grave	V
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He heard the whispering winds that now I hear	W
As boding much along these hills he passed	X
Yet ah how mournful did they meet his ear	W
On that sad morn he heard them for the last	X
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So sinks the scene like a departed dream	I
Since late we sojourned blythe in Wykeham's bowers	C
Or heard the merry bells by Isis' stream	I
And thought our way was strewed with fairy flowers	C
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Of those with whom we played upon the lawn	H
Of early life in the fresh morning played	Y
Alas how many since that vernal dawn	H
Like thee poor RUSSELL 'neath the turf are laid	Y
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Joyous a while they wandered hand in hand	Z
By friendship led along the springtide plain	H
How oft did Fancy wake her transports bland	Z
And on the lids the glistening tear detain	H
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I yet survive now musing other song	A2
Than that which early pleased my vacant years	C
Thinking how days and hours have passed along	A2
Marked by much pleasure some and some by tears	C
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Thankful that to these verdant scenes I owe	B2
That he whom late I saw all drooping pale	D
Raised from the couch of sickness and of woe	B2
Now lives with me these mantling views to hail	D
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Thankful that still the landscape beaming bright	M
Of pendant mountain or of woodland gray	A
Can wake the wonted sense of pure delight	M
And charm a while my solitary way	A
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Enough through the high heaven the proud sun rides	C
My wandering steps their silent path pursue	C
Back to the crowded world where fortune guides	C
Clifton to thy white rocks and woods adieu	C

William Lisle Bowles

Inscribed To The Rev. W. Howley.[1] Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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