A CRY FROM DERWENTWATER
Shall then the stream of ruinous Lodore
Not fill the valley with its changeful sound
Unchallenged! shall grey Derwent’s sacred bound
Hear the harsh brawl and intermittent roar
Of mocking waves upon an iron shore,
Whereby nor health nor happiness is found!—
While steam-wains drag from Honister’s heart wound
The long cooled ashes of its fiery core!