The Poetry of Real Life A New Edition, Much Enlarged and Improved. By Henry Ellison |
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ON RE-VISITING THE OLD CRAG AT THE “VALLEY OF ROCKS,”
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ON RE-VISITING THE OLD CRAG AT THE “VALLEY OF ROCKS,” LINTON.
Cast off those clouds from thy hoar brow, old Rock,And let me gaze upon thy face again—
There sit'st thou still, and look'st, with calm disdain,
On Ocean: spurning, with fixed foot, the shock
Of his encroaching waves; though, block by block,
Beneath he saps thee, thundering might and main,
While, pillar-like, thy brows above sustain
The thunder cloud, thou both alike dost mock!
Thou art unaltered since I saw thee last—
Thou hast no struggles of the feverish will:
Grief wears thee not, nor phantoms of the past;
The task God set thee thou performest still;
Thou hast not gone astray, hast done no ill,
But, like th' eternal sea, art as thou wast!
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