22.07.2007, 18:52
Written on returning to my home
With weeping tenderness once more I gaze
On these romantic scenes I love so well:
Where peace and pensive solitude still dwell,
As in my happy childhood’s smiling days;
When my unfolding mind did first behold
The charms of nature with a musing eye,
And caught sweet melancholy’s magic sigh;
When through the wood’s deep shadowy glen I stroll’d
With transport listening, as the carol clear
Of some sweet linnet hail’d the opening day,
Or hymn’d to sleeping eve th’ enchanting lay.
Ah! lovely scenes – I met you with a tear –
For strange vicissitudes have cross’d my way,
Since last I saw the glittering sun-beam here!
With weeping tenderness once more I gaze
On these romantic scenes I love so well:
Where peace and pensive solitude still dwell,
As in my happy childhood’s smiling days;
When my unfolding mind did first behold
The charms of nature with a musing eye,
And caught sweet melancholy’s magic sigh;
When through the wood’s deep shadowy glen I stroll’d
With transport listening, as the carol clear
Of some sweet linnet hail’d the opening day,
Or hymn’d to sleeping eve th’ enchanting lay.
Ah! lovely scenes – I met you with a tear –
For strange vicissitudes have cross’d my way,
Since last I saw the glittering sun-beam here!