In my mind’s eye on that blue morn;
No splintered snowy summits there
Shot arrowy heights in crystal air:
But a calm sunset slanted still
O’er hoary crag and heath-flushed hill,
And at their foot, by birchen brake
Dimpled and smiled an English lake.
I roamed where I had roamed before
With heart elate in years of yore,
Through the green glens by Rotha side,