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To a Young Friend [;]on his Proposing to Domesticate with the Author
- 1A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep,
- 2But a green mountain variously up-piled,
- 3Where o'er the jutting rocks soft mosses creep,
- 4Or colour'd lichens with slow oozing weep;
- 5Where cypress and the darker yew start wild;
- 6And, 'mid the summer torrent's gentle dash
- 7Dance brighten'd the red clusters of the ash;
- 8Beneath whose boughs, by those still sounds beguil'd,
- 9Calm Pensiveness might muse herself to sleep;
- 10Till haply startled by some fleecy dam,
- 11That rustling on the bushy cliff above
- 12With melancholy bleat of anxious love,
- 13Made meek enquiry for her
wandering lamb:
- 14Such a green mountain 'twere most sweet to climb,
- 15E'en while the bosom ach'd with loneliness--
- 16How more than sweet, if some dear friend should bless
- 17The adventurous toil, and up the path sublime
- 18Now lead, now follow: the glad landscape round,
- 19Wide and more wide, increasing without bound!
- 20O then 'twere loveliest sympathy, to mark
- 21The berries of the half-uprooted ash
- 22Dripping and bright; and list the torrent's dash,--
- 23Beneath the cypress, or the yew more dark,
- 24Seated at ease, on some smooth mossy rock;
- 25In social silence now, and now to unlock
- 26The treasur'd heart; arm linked in friendly arm,
- 27Save if the one, his muse's witching charm
- 28Muttering brow-bent, at unwatch'd distance lag;
- 29Till high o'er head his beckoning friend appears,
- 30And from the forehead of the topmost crag
- 31Shouts eagerly: for haply there uprears
- 32That shadowing Pine its old romantic limbs,
- 33Which latest shall detain the enamour'd sight
- 34Seen from below, when eve the valley dims,
- 35Tinged yellow with the rich departing light;
- 36And haply, bason'd in some unsunn'd cleft,
- 37A beauteous spring, the rock's collected tears,
- 38Sleeps shelter'd there, scarce wrinkled by the gale!
- 39Together thus, the world's vain turmoil left,
- 40Stretch'd on the crag, and shadow'd by the pine,
- 41And bending o'er the clear delicious fount,
- 42Ah! dearest youth! it were a lot divine
- 43To cheat our noons in moralising mood,
- 44While west-winds fann'd our temples toil-bedew'd:
- 45Then downwards slope, oft pausing, from the mount,
- 46To some lone mansion, in some woody dale,
- 47Where smiling with blue eye, Domestic Bliss
- 48Gives this the Husband's, that the Brother's kiss!
- 49Thus rudely vers'd in allegoric lore,
- 50The Hill of Knowledge I essayed to trace;
- 51That verdurous hill with many a resting-place,
- 52And many a stream, whose warbling waters pour
- 53To glad, and fertilise the subject plains;
- 54That hill with secret springs, and nooks untrod,
- 55And many a fancy-blest and holy sod
- 56Where Inspiration, his diviner strains
- 57Low-murmuring, lay; and starting from the rock's
- 58Stiff evergreens, (whose spreading foliage mocks
- 59Want's barren soil, and the bleak frosts of age,
- 60And Bigotry's mad fire-invoking rage!)
- 61O meek retiring spirit! we will climb,
- 62Cheering and cheered, this lovely hill sublime;
- 63And from the stirring world up-lifted high
- 64(Whose noises, faintly wafted on the wind,
- 65To quiet musings shall attune the mind,
- 66And oft the melancholy theme supply),
- 67There, while the prospect through the gazing eye
- 68Pours all its healthful greenness on the soul,
- 69We'll smile at wealth, and learn to smile at fame,
- 70Our hopes, our knowledge, and our joys the same,
- 71As neighbouring fountains image each the whole:
- 72Then when the mind hath drunk its fill of truth
- 73We'll discipline the heart to pure delight,
- 74Rekindling sober joy's domestic flame.
- 75They whom I love shall love thee, honour'd youth!
- 76Now may Heaven realise this vision bright!