Classic Poem

NEAR LLANDYSILLO, ON THE DEE

Deva! when led by Nature's spells, I stray
Where through lone dells thy sounding waters roam,
And dash their dark rock with their silver foam,
Then, if the winds in eddies toss thy spray,
Or rock those mouldering oaks, that many a day
Thy banks have shaded; not the gorgeous dome,
The splendid hall, nor, dearer far, my home,
My own dear home, shall win me from the sway
Of that wild ecstacy that reconciles
The chastened mind to sorrow, and imbues
Each thought with tenderness.....Alike with smiles,
And frowns sublime, Nature the soul subdues;
Nor less her savage grandeur grief beguiles,
Than dales, green meads, blue rills, and sunny hues.