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Skating on Derwentwater
In fairyland we revelled all the day,
Clear glass of gold lay Derwentwater's flood,
Far Glaramara mailed in silver stood.
And Skiddaw bright for ivory inlay
Shone purple clad with royalest array
To see our kingly sport. How leapt the blood!
As on from sunny bay to shadowy wood
We flashed above the mirrors steely grey.
Clear glass of gold lay Derwentwater's flood,
Far Glaramara mailed in silver stood.
And Skiddaw bright for ivory inlay
Shone purple clad with royalest array
To see our kingly sport. How leapt the blood!
As on from sunny bay to shadowy wood
We flashed above the mirrors steely grey.
But when the sun o'er Newlands sank to rest
Enchantment in the valley seemed to grow,
There, while the snows were flushed on fell and moor
Loud rang the skates upon a lilac floor,
And burning upward thro' the lake's dark breast
Fire gleamed with unimaginable glow.
Enchantment in the valley seemed to grow,
There, while the snows were flushed on fell and moor
Loud rang the skates upon a lilac floor,
And burning upward thro' the lake's dark breast
Fire gleamed with unimaginable glow.
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