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Sonnets Round the Coast

by H. D. Rawnsley
  

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VII. A QUIET AUTUMN DAY,

FROM THE TERRACE AT MUNCASTER.

Fetched from the solemn deeps, at flow of tide,
The Esk brought sun and silence to the vale;
The yellow woodlands, weary with the gale,
Murmured no more; on Birkby's russet side
Clouds dropped their quiet shadows; far and wide
Scawfell looked forth, beneficently pale;
While rooks, at mellow distance, told the tale
Of hearts content and hunger satisfied.
A soft wind set the thistle dancers free,
And, like the ripple of a sunlit stream
Running in air, it shook the thousand hues
Of leaf to radiance: it was hard to choose—
The forest waking from a golden dream,
The dreamless slumber of the silver sea.