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At the corner of Wood-street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
She looks, and her Heart is in heaven: but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade;
The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, And the colours have all passed away from her eyes.
For the Spot where the HERMITAGE stood on St. Herbert's Island, Derwent-Water,
If Thou in the dear love of some one Friend
Hast been so happy, that thou know'st what
Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love
A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved
While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore
Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced
Written with a pencil upon a stone in the wall of the House (an Out-house) on the Island at Grasmere..
Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen
With the ideal grace. Yet as it is
Do take it in good part; for he, the poor
The skeletons and pre-existing ghosts
Of Beauties yet unborn, the rustic Box,
Snug Cot, with Coach-house, Shed and Hermitage.
It is a homely Pile, yet to these walls