For calm and gentle is his mien;
Like a dead boy he is serene. 55
William Wordsworth.
CCXVIII
ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE.
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain springs
With a soft inland murmur.—Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, 5
Which on a wild secluded scene impress