Why should we think of change for scenes like this?
Fair as a poet's thought, when thought is bliss,
And all he sees is light!
Let but th' enraptured eye
Once look upon the landscape's gorgeous train
And, like a kiss upon the brow of pain,
That brings a solace nigh,
In after years 'twill rest
Within the memory, with bloom and balm,
Refreshing to the soul, like a sweet calm