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Adorning its bald and majestical peak,
Like the lock on the forehead of Time.
Like the lock on the forehead of Time.
A land-mark they rise:—to the stranger forlorn,
All night on the wild heath delay'd,
'Tis rapture to spy the young beauties of Morn
Unveiling behind their dark shade:
The homeward-bound husbandman joys to behold,
On the line of the grey evening scene,
Their branches yet gleaming with purple and gold,
And the sunset expiring between.
All night on the wild heath delay'd,
'Tis rapture to spy the young beauties of Morn
Unveiling behind their dark shade:
The homeward-bound husbandman joys to behold,
On the line of the grey evening scene,
Their branches yet gleaming with purple and gold,
And the sunset expiring between.
The maidens that gather the fruits of the moor,[1]
While weary and fainting they roam,
Through the blue dazzling distance of noon-light explore
The trees that remind them of home:
The children that range in the valley suspend
Their sports and in ecstasy gaze,
While weary and fainting they roam,
Through the blue dazzling distance of noon-light explore
The trees that remind them of home:
The children that range in the valley suspend
Their sports and in ecstasy gaze,
- ↑ Bilberries, cluster-berries, and crane-berries.