Classic Poem

We stood there a long time,
The whole scene impressive.
The mountains indistinct,
The Lake calm and partly ruffled.
A sweet sound of water falling
Into the quiet Lake.

A storm was gathering in Easedale,
So we returned;
But the moon came out,
And opened to us
The church and village.

Helm Crag in shade,
The larger mountains dappled like a sky.
We stood long upon the bridge,
Wished for William.