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SEVERN,
SUNSET, WRITTEN AT KING'S WESTON POINT, NEAR BRISTOL.
IF hour there be when pleasure fills the breast,As Nature, robed in beauty, sleeps profound;
When woods and streams, in fairy vision round,
Reflect the peaceful splendours of the west,
That hour is this.—In pomp austerer drest,
Now Severn kindles through his ample bound,
And Cambria's lordly hills in glory lie,
O'er-canopied by clouds of gorgeous dye;
Whilst sea-birds sport amid the sapphire wave,
Rolling the line eternal to the strand;
And many a distant skiff, and vessel brave,
Glides glowing on, by fostering zephyrs fann'd.
Our Empress Isle, profuse of pearl and gem,
Here wears her proud, and matchless diadem.
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