A nose-bred rill meandering o'er the breast
Of Seathwaite vale; but, as you downward wend,
Where verdure, rocks, and water aptly blend
To form a scene whose presence few had guess'd,
Amid these wild brown fells, you'll bless the source
Of this clear stream whose gushing waters lend
A music cheering you as you descend,
With easy lounge along its fitful course,
And pray that, whilst these wild brown fells endure,
Wrynose’s catarrh ne'er may find a cure!