Sunday, September 7, 2008

Blencathra

There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue out walk
Along the public way, this Peak, so high
Above us, and so distant in its height,
Is visible; and often seems to send
Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts.
The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:

The star of Jove, so beautiful and large
In the mid heavens, is never half so fair
As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth
The loneliest place we have among the clouds.
And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me,
Hath to this lonely Summit given my Name.

William Wordsworth



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3 comments:

Michaela said...

Beautiful. I love William Wordsworth.

Kris said...

The lake almost looks like it is rising from the ground. A wonderful image!

Emmie said...

I saw you were listening to Beethoven in this post and just had to say...

I LOVE MOONLIGHT SONATA!

ahem

done ;)

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