How shall I paint thee? - Be this naked stone IV 1820 1820 TAKE, cradled Nursling of the mountain, take A Protean change seems wrought while I pursue Thridding with sinuous lapse the rushes, through And laughing dares the Adventurer, who hath clomb Else let the dastard backward wend, and roam, SOLE listener, Duddon! to the breeze that played 'Mid sheltering pines, this Cottage rude and grey; VI FLOWERS 1820 1820 ERE yet our course was graced with social trees And caught the fragrance which the sundry flowers, There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness; All kinds alike seemed favourites of Heaven. VII 1820 1820 "CHANGE me, some God, into that breathing rose!" Enraptured, could he for himself engage The thousandth part of what the Nymph bestows; Ungraciously receives. Too daring choice! To be an unculled floweret of the glen, Fearless of plough and scythe; or darkling wren That tunes on Duddon's banks her slender voice. |