Meantime unnumbered glittering streamlets played, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky: There eke the soft delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures, always hovered nigh; But whate'er smacked of noyance or unrest And hurled everywhere their waters Was far, far off expelled from this deli sheen; Thy beauty walks, thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields; the softening air is balm; Echo the mountains round; the forest And smiles; Then comes thy glory in the summer every sense, and every heart, is joy. months, With light and heat refulgent. Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In winter awful thou! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled, Majestic darkness! On the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast. |