| 1845 | |
| —Then Quiet led me up the huddling rill, Bright'ning with water-breaks the sombrous gill; —Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, Then, while I wandered where the huddling rill Brightens with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, | 1793 1820 1836 |
—Then Quiet led me up the huddling rill,
Bright'ning with water-breaks the sombrous gill;
—Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill
Brightening with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll,
Then, while I wandered where the huddling rill
Brightens with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll,
| 1820 | |
| To where, while thick above the branches close, In dark-brown bason its wild waves repose, Inverted shrubs, and moss of darkest green, Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between; Save that, atop, the subtle sunbeams shine, On wither'd briars that o'er the craggs recline; Sole light admitted here, a small cascade, Illumes with sparkling foam the twilight shade. Beyond, along the visto of the brook, Where antique roots its bustling path o'erlook, The eye reposes on a secret bridge Half grey, half shagg'd with ivy to its ridge. —Sweet rill, farewel! ... | 1793 |
To where, while thick above the branches close,
In dark-brown bason its wild waves repose,
Inverted shrubs, and moss of darkest green,
Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between;
Save that, atop, the subtle sunbeams shine,
On wither'd briars that o'er the craggs recline;
Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,
Illumes with sparkling foam the twilight shade.
Beyond, along the visto of the brook,
Where antique roots its bustling path o'erlook,
The eye reposes on a secret bridge
Half grey, half shagg'd with ivy to its ridge.
—Sweet rill, farewel! ...
| 1845 | |
| But see aloft the subtle sunbeams shine, On withered briars that o'er the crags recline; Thus beautiful! as if the sight displayed, By its own sparkling foam that small cascade; Inverted shrubs, with moss of gloomy green Cling from the rocks, with pale wood-weeds between. Inverted shrubs with pale wood weeds between Cling from the moss-grown rocks, a darksome green, Save where aloft the subtle sunbeams shine And its own twilight softens the whole scene. And sparkling as it foams a small cascade Illumines from within the impervious shade Below, right in the vista of the brook, Where antique roots, etc. | C. MS. |