Classic Poem

By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I strayed
With infancy's light step and glances wild,
And saw vast rocks on steepy mountains piled
Frown o'er the umbrageous glen, or pleased surveyed
The cloudy moonshine in the shadowy glade,
Romantic Nature to the enthusiast child
Grew dearer far than when serene she smiled
In uncontrasted loveliness arrayed.
But oh! in every scene, with sacred sway
Her graces fire me; from the bloom that spreads
Resplendent in the lucid morn of May,
To the green light the little glow-worm sheds
On mossy banks when midnight glooms prevail,
And softest silence broods o'er all the dale.