What countenance hath this Day put on for you?
While we looked round with favoured eyes,
Did sullen mists hide lake and skies
And mountains from your view?[534]
Or was it given you to behold
Like vision, pensive though not cold,
From the smooth breast of gay Winandermere?[535]
Saw ye the soft yet awful veil
Spread over Grasmere's lovely dale,
Helvellyn's brow severe?[IL]