LINES WRITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDGE-WATER, SEPTEMBER, 1795, IN ANSWER TO A LETTER FROM BRISTOL. Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better For what so sweet can labored lay impart As one rude rhyme warm from a friendly heart ?—ANON. NOR travels my meandering eye Move with "green radiance" through the grass, O ever present to my view! And soothes your boding fears: Beloved Woman! did you fly But why with sable wand unblest I felt it prompt the tender dream, And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans The onward-surging tide supply Dark reddening from the channell❜d Isle* The watch-fire, like a sullen star, Rude cradled on the mast. Even there-beneath that light-house tower— In the tumultuous evil hour Ere Peace with Sara came, Time was, I should have thought it sweet And watch the storm-vexed flame. And there in black soul-jaundiced fit When mountain surges bellowing deep Plunged foaming on the shore. Then by the lightning's blaze to mark And when a second sheet of light But Fancy now more gaily sings; *The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel. As sky-larks 'mid the corn, On summer fields she grounds her breast: O mark those smiling tears, that swell Blest visitations from above, When stormy Midnight howling round Beats on our roof with clattering sound, To me your arms you'll stretch: Great God! you'll say-To us so kind, O shelter from this loud bleak wind The houseless, friendless wretch! The tears that tremble down your cheek Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek In Pity's dew divine ; And from your heart the sighs that steal Shall make your rising bosom feel The answering swell of mine! How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet I seize you in the vacant air, 'Tis said, in Summer's evening hour Flashes the golden-colored flower A fair electric flame: And so shall flash my love-charged eye, When all the heart's big ecstasy Shoots rapid through the frame ! |