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A TOPOGRAPHICAL ODE.
Were I a cloud, o'er thee o Keswic-lake!
And in thy calmest nook
Now would I nestle on thy cliffy sides,
The yet unfathom'd depth
Now floating low between thy opening hills,
my flowing vest
There when the yellow dawn o'erhangs * Lodore,
With yellow glory crowns
I'll wring the dew-drops from my golden curls,
Thy fields and trembling groves
There, when the fading Sun draws near the tvale,
Of sheety Basenthwaite
I'll weave the crimson lining of the tent,
* Lódore, a mountain noted for the waterfall on its side, lies
to the east of lake Keswic. + Lake Basenthwaite stretches westward from Keswic.
Were I a mist, I'd arch a dusky vault
And strew with sullen gloom
Unbeaming thence the sultry *noon to him,
As in the tstrife of oars
Or on the lonely Ness from chilly urn
A dim-depending veil
* Borrodale is the southern boundary of the Lake. The peninsulated mountain Borro-ness almost blocks its entrance; within this is a black-lead mine, (see line 126) for the better working of which, a Roman fortress built near the summit of the Ness was pulled down.
+ In August, an annual prize is rowed for on the lake.
Whence the swart fairies of the mine below
A tower tho' thron'd in heaven
Were I a flame-shaft of the northern * dawn
And wreathe with flickering fire
While Darkness still with her broad mantle wraps The giant-limbs of his majestic form,
50 And Silence clasps his foot Save where hoarse torrents rush.
Thence would I stretch my sword cherubic wide
A ruby sea of fire
Skiddaw lies to the north of Keswic.
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Then quench the fervent blushes on thy cheek,
To sparkle thro' the air
Yet wherefore dream? perchance when life recedes
That tempts my trammeld step
The doom-fulfilling Angel shall conduct
Above thy shining floor
To my delighted spirit shall consign
Between thy rifted rocks,
Of every breeze that plays along thy breast,
Of every blast that howls