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THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON.

In the June of 1797, some long-expected Friends paid a visit to the Author's Cottage; and on the morning of their arrival, he met with an accident, which disabled him from walking during the whole time of their stay. One Evening, when they had left him for a few hours, he composed the following lines in the Garden-Bower.

WELL, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison 1 I have lost
Beauties and Feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Haddimmed mineeyes to blindness! They, meanwhile,
Friends, whom I never more may meet again,
On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,
Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,
To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep,
And only speckled by the mid-day Sun;

Where its slim trunk the Ash from rock to rock
Flings arching like a bridge;—that branchless Ash,
Unsunned and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves
Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
Fanned by the water-fall! and there my friends
Behold the dark green file of long lank Weeds.”
That all at once (a most fantastic sight!) .
Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge
Of the blue clay-stone.

Now, my Friends emerge Beneath the wide wide Heaven—and view again The many-steepled track magnificent Of hilly fields and meadows, and the sea, With some fair bark, perhaps, whose Sails light up The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles Of purple shadow ! Yes! they wander on In gladness all; but thou, methinks, most glad, My gentle-hearted Charles for thou hast pined And hungered after Nature, many a year, In the great City pent, winning thy way With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain

* Of Long LANK Weeds.] The Asplenium Scolopendrium, called in some countries the Adder's Tongue, in others the Hart's Tongue : but Withering gives the Adder's Tongue as the trivial name of the Ophioglossum only.

And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink
Behind the western ridge, thou glorious Sun
Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb
Ye purple heath-flowers richlier burn, ye clouds!
Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves |
And kindle, thou blue Ocean! So my Friend
Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,
Silent with swimming sense; yea, gazing round
On the wide landscape, gaze till all doth seem
Less gross than bodily; and of such hues
As veil the Almighty Spirit, when he makes
Spirits perceive his presence.

A delight Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad As I myself were there 1 Nor in this bower, This little lime-tree bower, have I not marked Much that has soothed me. Pale beneath the blaze Hung the transparent foliage; and I watched Some broad and sunny leaf, and loved to see The shadow of the leaf and stem above Dappling its sunshine ! And that Walnut-tree Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient Ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass

VOL. I. R

Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue
Through the late twilight: and though now the Bat
Wheels silent by, and not a Swallow twitters,
Yet still the solitary humble Bee
Sings in the bean-flower: Henceforth I shall know
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure,
No Plot so narrow, be but Nature there,
No waste so vacant, but may well employ
Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart
Awake to Love and Beauty! and sometimes
"Tis well to be bereft of promised good,
That we may lift the Soul, and contemplate
With lively joy the joys we cannot share.
My gentle-hearted Charles ; when the last Rook
Beat its straight path along the dusky air
Homewards, I blest it ! deeming, its black wing
(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)
Had crossed the mighty Orb's dilated glory,
While thou stood'st gazing; or when all was still,
*Flew creeking o'er thy head, and had a charm

* Flew CREEKING..] Some months after I had written this line, it gave me pleasure to observe that Bartram had observed the same circumstance of the Savanna Crane. “When these Birds move their wings in flight, their strokes are slow, moderate and regular; and even when at a considerable distance or

For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No Sound is dissonant which tells of Life.

high above us, we plainly hear the quill-feathers; their shafts and webs upon one another creek as the joints or working of a vessel in a tempestuous sea.”

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