ABSTRACT

In happy childhood I have even loved To sport the wild, and in the front and face Of dreadest Nature, watch the storm unmoved, That tore the oak tree from its ancient place And took the hilltops in its dark embrace; And then I've loved the pleasing after-viewThe quiet valleys spanned with light and graceThe watery field, replete with life anew, And sunset robing earth in love's sublimest hue.