Sungleams Rondeaux and Sonnets. By the Rev. Richard Wilton |
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XXXVII. ON A GLEN WITHOUT A NAME
(Leading to Iris Bay, Loch Sunart).
From mighty mountains and the vast expanseOf azure loch, I bend my frequent way
To a green glen, where on the hazel-spray
Reflected lights from tinkling waters dance.
On myriad birchen leaves the sunbeams glance,
And here and there through tangled umbrage stray,
Seeking the burn which lilts its pleasant lay—
Now hid, now seen again, by happy chance.
Wearied with heights and depths and prospects wide,
The soul requires some green secluded nook,
Where, by cool waters, it may rest and hide:
And from afar to this melodious brook,
Whose nameless waves through glen all nameless glide,
Oft I shall turn with a fond backward look.
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