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INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS	A
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While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide	B
Oft pausing up the mountain's craggy side	B
We climb how beautiful how still how clear	C
The scenes that stretch around The rocks that rear	C
Their shapes in rich fantastic colours dressed	D
The hill tops where the softest shadows rest	D
The long retiring bay the level sand	E
The fading sea line and the furthest land	E
That seems as low it lessens from the eye	F
To steal away beneath the cloudless sky	F
But yesterday the misty morn was spread	G
In dreariness on the bleak mountain's head	G
No glittering prospect from the upland smiled	H
The driving squall came dark the sea heaved wild	H
And lost and lonely the wayfarer sighed	B
Wet with the hoar spray of the flashing tide	B
How changed is now the circling scene The deep	I
Stirs not the glancing roofs and white towers peep	I
Along the margin of the lucid bay	J
The sails descried far in the offing gray	J
Hang motionless and the pale headland's height	K
Is touched as with sweet gleams of fairy light	K
Oh lives there on earth's busy stirring scene	L
Whom Nature's tranquil charms her airs serene	L
Her seas her skies her sunbeams fail to move	M
With stealing tenderness and grateful love	N
Go thankless man to Misery's cave behold	O
Captivity stretched in her dungeon cold	O
Or think on those who in yon dreary mine	P
Sunk fathoms deep beneath the rolling brine	P
From year to year amid the lurid shade	Q
O'er wearied ply their melancholy trade	Q
That thou may'st bless the glorious sun and hail	R
Him who with beauty clothed the hill and vale	R
Who bent the arch of the high heavens for thee	S
And stretched in amplitude the broad blue sea	S
Now sunk are all its murmurs and the air	T
But moves by fits the bents that here and there	T
Upshoot in casual spots of faded green	L
Here straggling sheep the scanty pasture glean	L
Or on the jutting fragments that impend	U
Stray fearlessly and gaze as we ascend	U
Mountain no pomp of waving woods hast thou	V
That deck with varied shade thy hoary brow	V
No sunny meadows at thy feet are spread	G
No streamlets sparkle o'er their pebbly bed	G
But thou canst boast thy beauties ample views	W
That catch the rapt eye of the pausing Muse	W
Headlands around new lighted sails and seas	X
Now glassy smooth now wrinkling to the breeze	X
And when the drisly Winter wrapped in sleet	Y
Goes by and winds and rain thy ramparts beat	Y
Fancy can see thee standing thus aloof	Z
And frowning bleak and bare and tempest proof	Z
Look as with awful confidence and brave	A2
The howling hurricane the dashing wave	A2
More graceful when the storm's dark vapours frown	B2
Than when the summer suns in pomp go down	B2
And such is he who clad in watchet weeds	C2
And boasting little more than nature needs	C2
Can wrap him in contentedness and wear	T
A port unchanged in seasons rude or fair	T
His may be Fancy's sunshine and the Muse	W
May deck his visions with her fairest hues	W
And he may lift his honest front and say	J
To the hard storm that rends his locks of gray	J
I heed thee not he unappalled may stand	E
Beneath the cloud that shades a sinking land	E
While heedless of the storm that onward sweeps	D2
Mad impious Riot his loud wassail keeps	D2
Pre eminent in native worth nor bend	U
Though gathering ills on his bare head descend	U
And when the wasteful storm sweeps o'er its prey	J
And rends the kingdoms of the world away	J
He firm as stands the rock's unshaken base	E2
Yet panting for a surer resting place	E2
The human hurricane unmoved can see	S
And say O GOD my refuge is in Thee	S
States anchored deep that far their shadow cast	F2
Rock and are scattered by the ALMIGHTY'S blast	F2
As when awakened from his horrid sleep	I
In fiery caves a thousand fathoms deep	I
The Earthquake's Demon hies aloft he waits	G2
Nigh some high turreted proud city's gates	G2
As listening to the mingled shouts and din	H2
Of the mad crowd that feast or dance within	H2
Mean time sad Nature feels his sway the wave	A2
Heaves and low sounds moan through the mountain cave	A2
Then all at once is still still as midnight	K
When not the lime leaf moves Oh piteous sight	K
For now the glittering domes crash from on high	F
And hark a strange and lamentable cry	F
It ceases and the tide's departing roar	I2
Alone is heard upon the desert shore	I2
That as it sweeps with slow huge swell away	J
Remorseless mutters o'er its buried prey	J
So Ruin hurrieth o'er this shaken ball	J2
He bids his blast go forth and lo doth fall	J2
A Carthage or a Rome Then rolls the tide	B
Of deep Forgetfulness whelming the pride	B
Of man his shattered and forsaken bowers	A
His noiseless cities and his prostrate towers	A
Some columns eminent and awful stand	E
Like Egypt's pillars on the lonely sand	E
We read upon their base inscribed by Fame	K2
A HOMER'S here or here a SHAKESPEARE'S name	K2
Yet think not of the surge that soon may sweep	I
Ourselves unnumbered to the oblivious deep	I
Yet time has been as mouldering legends say	J
When all yon western tract and this bright bay	J
Where now the sunshine sleeps and wheeling white	K
The sea mew circles in fantastic flight	K
Was peopled wide but the loud storm hath raved	L2
Where its green top the high wood whispering waved	L2
And many a year the slowly rising flood	M2
Raked where the Druids' uncooth altar stood	N2
Thou only aged mountain dost remain	O2
Stern monument amidst the deluged plain	O2
And fruitless the big waves thy bulwarks beat	Y
The big waves slow retire and murmur at thy feet	Y
Thou half encircled by the refluent tide	B
As if thy state its utmost rage defied	B
Dost tower above the scene as in thine ancient pride	B
Mountain the curious Muse might love to gaze	P2
On the dim record of thy early days	P2
Oft fancying that she heard like the low blast	F2
The sounds of mighty generations past	F2
Thee the Phoenician as remote he sailed	Q2
Along the unknown coast exulting hailed	Q2
And when he saw thy rocky point aspire	R2
Thought on his native shores of Aradus or Tyre	R2
Distained with many a ghastly giant's blood	M2
Upon thy height huge Corineus stood	N2
And clashed his shield whilst hid in caves profound	S2
His monstrous foe cowered at the fearful sound	S2
Hark to the brazen clarion's pealing swell	T2
The shout at intervals the deepening yell	T2
Long ages speed away yet now again	U2
The noise of battle hurtles on the plain	O2
Behold the dark haired warriors down thy side	B
O mountain sternly terrible they stride	B
Ev'n now impatient for the promised war	I2
They rear their axes huge and shouting cry to Thor	I2
The sounds of conflict cease at dead of night	K
A voice is heard Prepare the Druid rite	K
And hark the bard upon thy summit rings	V2
The deep chords of his thrilling harp and sings	V2
To Night's pale Queen that through the heavens wide	B
Amidst her still host list'ning seems to ride	B
Slow sinks the cadence of the solemn lay	J
And all the sombrous scenery steals away	J
The shadowy Druid throng the darksome wood	N2
And the hoar altar wet with human blood	M2
Marked ye the Angel spectre that appeared	W2
By other hands the holy fane is reared	W2
High on the point where gazing o'er the flood	M2
Confessed the glittering apparition stood	N2
And now the sailor on his watch of night	K
Sees like a glimmering star the far off light	K
Or homeward bound hears on the twilight bay	J
The slowly chanted vespers die away	J
These scenes are fled and passed yet still sublime	X2
And wearing graceful the gray tints of Time	X2
Upon the steep rock's craggy eminence	Y2
The embattled castle sits surveying thence	Z2
The villages that strew the subject plain	O2
And the long winding of the lucid main	O2
Meantime the stranger marks its turrets high	F
And muses on the tale of changeful years gone by	F
Of this no more lo here our journey ends	A3
Wide and more wide the arch of heaven extends	A3
And on this topmost fragment as we lean	L
We feel removed from dim earth's distant scene	L
Lift up the hollow trump that on the ground	S2
Is cast and let it rolling its long sound	S2
Speak to the surge below that we may gain	O2
Tidings from those who traverse the wide main	O2
Or tread we now some s	B3

William Lisle Bowles

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