William Lisle Bowles (Уильям Лайл Боулз)

Sonnet 4. To the River Wainsbeck

WHILE slowly wanders thy sequestered stream,
Wainsbeck! the mossy-scattered rocks among,
In fancy’s ear still making plaintive song
To the dark woods above, that waving seem
To bend o’er some enchanted spot; removed
From life’s vain coil, I listen to the wind,
And think I hear meek Sorrow’s plaint, reclined
O’er the forsaken tomb of one she loved!—
Fair scenes! ye lend a pleasure, long unknown,
To him who passes weary on his way—
The farewell tear, which now he turns to pay,
Shall thank you;—and whene’er of pleasures flown
His heart some long-lost image would renew,
Delightful haunts! he will remember you.

1. Cadland, Southampton River
2. Picture of an Old Man
3. Greenwich Hospital
4. Sonnet 2. Written at Bamborough Castle
5. Banwell Hill

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