XX.
And oft he traced the uplands, to survey,
When o'er the sky advanced the kindling dawn,
The crimson cloud, blue main, and mountain grey,
And lake, dim-gleaming on the smoky lawn;
Far to the west the long, long vale withdrawn,
Where twilight loves to linger for a while;
And now he faintly kens the bounding fawn,
And villager abroad at early toil.
But, lo! the sun appears! and heaven, earth, ocean, smile.
XXI.
And oft the craggy cliff he loved to climb,
When all in mist the world below was lost.
What dreadful pleasure! there to stand sublime,
Like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast,
And view the enormous waste of vapour, tost
In billows, lengthening to the horizon round,
Now scooped in gulfs, with mountains now embossed!
And hear the voice of mirth and song rebound,
Flocks, herds, and waterfalls, along the hoar profound!
XXII.
In truth he was a strange and wayward wight,
Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene.
In darkness, and in storm, he found delight:
Nor less, than when on ocean-wave serene
The southern sun diffused his dazzling shene.
Even sad vicissitude amused his soul:
And if a sigh would sometimes intervene,
And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,
A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wished not to controul.
XXIII.
'O ye wild groves, O where is now your bloom!'
(The Muse interprets thus his tender thought.)
'Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
'Of late so grateful in the hour of drought!
'Why do the birds, that song and rapture brought
'To all your bowers, their mansions now forsake?
'Ah! why has fickle chance this ruin wrought!
'For now the storm howls mournful through the brake,
'And the dead foliage flies in many a shapeless flake.
XXIV.
'Where now the rill, melodious, pure, and cool,
'And meads, with life, and mirth, and beauty, crowned!
'Ah! see, the unsightly slime, and sluggish pool,
'Have all the solitary vale imbrowned;
'Fled each fair form, and mute each melting sound.
'The raven croaks forlorn on naked spray:
'And, hark! the river, bursting every mound,
'Down the vale thunders; and, with wasteful s
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