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For thus to see thee nodding in the air,
The man who makes this feverish complaint
AT the corner of Woodstreet, when day-light
appears, There's a Thrush that sings lond, it has sung
for three years: Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
'Tis a note of enchantment! what ails her?
A mountain ascending, a vision of trees ! Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury
glide, And a river flows on through the vale of
Green pastures she views in the midst of the
dale, Down which she so often has tripp'd with her
pail, And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The only one dwelling on earth that she loves !
She looks, and her heart is in Heaven; but
they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade! The stream will not flow, 'and the hill will
not rise, And the colours have all pass'd away from her
Poor Outcast! return to receive thee once
more The house of thy Father will open its door, And thou once again, in thy plain russet gown, May'st hear the Thrush sing from a tree of its
INSCRIPTION For the Spot where the HERMITAGE stood on
St. Herbert's Island, Derwent Water.
IF thou in the dear love of some one friend Hast been so happy, that thou know'st what
thoughts Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot.-St. Herbert hither came, And here, for many seasons, from the world Remov’d, and the affections of the world, He dwelt in solitude. He living here, This island's sole inhabitant! had left A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man lov'd As his own soul; and when within his cave Alone he knelt before the Crucifix, While o’er the lake the cataract of Lodore Peal'd to his orisons, and when he pac'd Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion, he had pray'd that both Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain So pray'd he:-as our Chronicles report, Though here the Hermit number'd his last days, Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved friend, Those holy men both died in the same hour.
For the House (an Outhouse) on the Island
RUDE is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen