LAKELAND ONCE MORE
Mere under mountain lone, like a moat under lowering ramparts;
Garrulous petulant beck, sinister laughterless tarn;
Haunt of the vagabond feet of my fancy for ever reverting,
Haunt of this vagabond heart, Cumbrian valleys and fells;
You that enchant all ears with the manifold tones of silence,
You that around me, in youth, magical filaments wove;
You were my earliest possession, and when shall its fealty falter?
Ah, when Helvellyn is low! ah, when Winander is dry!
WILLIAM WATSON.
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