Great Nature! on our love was shed
From thine abiding goodlihead
Majestic fostering;
We wondered, half afraid to own
In hardly-conscious hearts upgrown
So infinite a thing.
Within, without, whate'er hath been,
In cosmic deeps the immortal scene
Is mirrored, and shall last:—
Live the long looks, the woodland ways,
That twilight of enchanted days,—
The imperishable Past.
FREDERICK W. MYERS
DERWENTWATER
Once more, O Derwent! to thy awful shores
I come, insatiate of the accustomed sight,
And, listening as the eternal torrent roars,
Drink in with eye and ear a fresh delight;
For I have wandered far by land and sea,
In all my wanderings still remembering thee.
SOUTHEY.