Amid these varying tales of ruin old, Some, scantly gathered up; some, falsely told But he, who first devised, devised it well, Here, where it stands, with circling columns bound, And placed-how calm! above the gulf profound, To tame these rugged rocks this torrent's stress With power of Beauty and of Gentleness. fair high-lineaged So might we feign, some fair queen Rules o'er a raging crowd with look serene. To paint in human form th' Eternal Mind; And humbly dares essay that lofty brow, Which holds the Past-the Future-and the Now; Awhile we pause before his art severe; Then, reverent bend; yet less in love than fear. But when, ere long, around those awful brows Outstretch'd to clasp, and childhood's look of love; But Sense of Love hath soothed the Sense of Power. So - Pilgrim-Friend! our pleasant day is sped : *"To-morrow, to fresh woods;" to-night, to bed. Yet from these heights throw one more glance abroad, And some few moments dream with dreamy Claude. Beneath are field and stream and lake and wood, And site, where ancient city stands—or stood. Around the hills. That-here-in bay recede, As if for nestling culture taking heed; Or boldly - there — indent the level plain, Like promontory pronged into the main. * LYCIDAS. As parts for other clime th' unwilling day, 1848. |