His wizard course where hoary Derwent takes
Thro' craggs, and forest glooms, and opening lakes,
Staying his silent waves, to hear the roar
That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore:
Where silver rocks the savage prospect chear
Of giant yews that frown on Rydale's mere;

Where Derwent stops his course to hear the roar
That stuns the tremulous cliffs ...

Where, bosom'd deep, the shy Winander peeps

Where, deep embosom'd, shy Winander peeps

Fair scenes! with other eyes, than once, I gaze,
The ever-varying charm your round displays,
Than when, ere-while, I taught, "a happy child,"
The echoes of your rocks my carols wild:
Then did no ebb of chearfulness demand
Sad tides of joy from Melancholy's hand;

Upon the varying charm your round displays,

... wild ...

... stars of night,
Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hills.

Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hill.

Return Delights! with whom my road begun,
When Life rear'd laughing up her morning sun;
When Transport kiss'd away my April tear,
"Rocking as in a dream the tedious year";
When link'd with thoughtless Mirth I cours'd the plain,

For then, ev'n then, the little heart would beat

And wild Impatience, panting upward, show'd
Where tipp'd with gold the mountain-summits glow'd.

With Hope Reflexion blends her social rays

While, Memory at my side, I wander here,
Starts at the simplest sight th' unbidden tear,
A form discover'd at the well-known seat,
A spot, that angles at the riv'let's feet,
The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh,
And sail that glides the well-known alders by.

To shew her yet some joys to me remain,

... with soft affection's ear,

... with lights between;
Gazing the tempting shades to them deny'd,
When stood the shorten'd herds amid' the tide,
Where, from the barren wall's unshelter'd end,
Long rails into the shallow lake extend;

When, at the barren wall's unsheltered end,
Where long rails far into the lake extend,
Crowded the shortened herds, and beat the tides
With their quick tails, and lash'd their speckled sides;

And round the humming elm, a glimmering scene!
In the brown park, in flocks, the troubl'd deer

... in herds, ...

When horses in the wall-girt intake stood,
Unshaded, eying far below, the flood,
Crouded behind the swain, in mute distress,
With forward neck the closing gate to press;
And long, with wistful gaze, his walk survey'd,
'Till dipp'd his pathway in the river shade;

—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,

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! ...

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.

Sole light admitted here, a small cascade,
Illumes with sparkling foam the impervious shade;

... path ...

Whence hangs, in the cool shade, the listless swain
Lingering behind his disappearing wain.

—Sweet rill, ...

... and ...

And desert ...

How pleasant, as the yellowing sun declines,
And with long rays and shades the landscape shines;
To mark the birches' stems all golden light,
That lit the dark slant woods with silvery white!
The willow's weeping trees, that twinkling hoar,
Glanc'd oft upturn'd along the breezy shore,
Low bending o'er the colour'd water, fold
Their moveless boughs and leaves like threads of gold;
The skiffs with naked masts at anchor laid,
Before the boat-house peeping thro' the shade;
Th' unwearied glance of woodman's echo'd stroke;
And curling from the trees the cottage smoke.
Their pannier'd train ...

... zephyrs ...

And now the universal tides repose,
And, brightly blue, the burnished mirror glows,

The sails are dropped, the poplar's foliage sleeps,
And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deeps.

Shot, down the headlong pathway darts his sledge;

Beside their shelteringⁱ cross of wall, the flock
Feeds on in light, nor thinks of winter's shock;

Dashed down ...

... verdant ...

Gazed by ...

... his warrior head.

... haggard ...

Whose state, like pine-trees, waving to and fro,
Droops, and o'er canopies his regal brow,

... blows ...

Bright'ning the cliffs between where sombrous pine,
And yew-trees ...

How busy the enormous hive within,

... with the ...

Some hardly heard their chissel's clinking sound,

... th' aëreal ...

... viewless ...

Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.

Hung o'er a cloud, above the steep that rears