SUMMER VACATION.
THE FOURTH BOOK OF WORDSWORTH'S UNPUBLISHED POEM.[3]
Bright was the summer's noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top
Standing alone, as from a rampart's edge,
I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.
With exultation at my feet I saw
Lake, islands, promontories, gleaming bays,