Burst forth ye sulphurous fountains, as ye broke
On Skiddaw, lick the waters, blast the trees,
And let men have the earth they would desire,—
As well go pass our children through the fire
With shrieks, Cath-Belus, round thine altar’s smoke,
As let old Derwent hear such sounds as these.
H.D. Rawnsley.
Wray Vicarage, Ambleside.
[280] This sonnet was first published in The Morning Post, December 17, 1844.—Ed.