I wandered lonely, like a pilgrim sad,
O’er mountains known but to the eagle’s gaze;
Yet, my hushed heart, with Nature’s beauty glad,
Slept in the shade, or gloried in the blaze.
Romantic vales stole winding to my eye
In gradual loveliness, like rising dreams;
Fair, nameless tarns, that seem to blend with sky
Rocks of wild majesty and elfin streams.
How strange, methought, I should have lived so near,
Nor ever worshipped Nature’s altar here!
Strange! say not so-hid from the world and thee,
Though in the midst of life their spirits move,
Thousands enjoy in holy liberty
The silent Eden of unenvied Love!
(John Wilson)
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