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Detains, athwart th’impurpling haze,
The rook. lov'd groves
grange between, Dark hedge-row elms with meadows green, The grey
church peeping half through trees, Slopes waving corn as list the breeze, The podding bean-field strip'd with balks, The hurdl'd sheep-fold, hoof-trod walks, The road that winds aslant the down, The skirting furze-brake, fallow brown, The wind-mill's scarcely circling vane, The villager's returning wain, The orient window's crimson blaze That flares obtrusive on the gaze, The eager heifer's echoing low Far from her calf compellid to go, From the tall ash the throstle's lay That bids farewell to lingering day, The dale's blue smokes that curling rise, The plodding hind that homeward hies, The stilly hum from glimmering woods, The lulling lapse of distant floods, The whitening mist that winding spreads As winds the brook adown the meads, The plank and rail that bridge the stream, The rising full-moon's umber'd gleam, 'Twixt severing clouds that richly dight Let gradual forth her brightening light,
No more the onward foot beguile
Whose look now scans the dusky sphere To note successive stars appear ? Who now the dawning Alush descries That upward streams o'er northern skies; Or the wan meteor's lurid light That headlong trailing mocks the sight?
Midst the lush grass who now require The glow-worm's ineffectual fire ? Or catch the bells from distant vale, That load by fits the freshening gale, Till flurrying from her ivied spray The moping owl rewings her way? When Autumn sere the copse invades No more you haunt the woodland glades, To eye the change from bough to bough ; Or eddying leaf descending slow, That, lighting near her calm retreat, Prompts the shy hare to shift her seat; Or peering squirrel nimbly glean Each nut that hung before unseen; Or flitting down from thistle born; Or glossy haw that crowds the thorn, Whence oft in saws observers old Portend the length of winter's cold.
Wak'd by the flail's redoubling sound, When spangling frost o'ercrisps the ground, No more forego bewildering sleep To climb with health yon'airy steep.
When deep’ning snows oppress the plain The birds no more their boon obtain; The red-breast hovering round your doors No more his stated mess implores, Where all that needed found relief, No tearful eye laments their grief ; No lenient hand dispels their pain ; Fainting they sue, yet sue in vain.
But though the scenes you now deplore With heart and eye be your's no more ; Though now each long known object seen Unreal as the morning's dream, You still with retrospective glance, Or 'rapt in some poetic trance, At will may every charm renew ; Each smiling prospect still review: Through memory's power and fancy's aid The pictur'd phantoms ne'er shall fade.
And, oh! where'er your footsteps roam, Where'er fix your future home, May joys attending crown the past And heaven's best mansion be your last !
When day declining sheds a milder gleam,
Epist. VIII. EPISTLES DESCRIPTIVE, &c.
Whence your return, by such nice instinct led
Each rural sight, each sound, each smell com
The tinkling sheep-bell, or the breath of kine;