Henry Glassford Bell (Генри Глассфорд Белл)

Cadzow

THE BIRDS are singing by Avon Bridge,
  The sky is blue o’er Chatelrault,
And all through Cadzow’s wooded glades
  The softest airs of summer blow.

O birds that sing by Avon Bridge,
  Why should your notes so richly flow?
O tranquil sky of cloudless blue,
  Why shine so bright o’er Chatelrault?

O Avon! rolling gently down,
  Why keep’st thou that old tuneful tone?
Where is the voice so soft and low
  Whose music echoed back thy own?

O Cadzow! why this rustling pomp
  Of leafy boughs that wave so high?
Where is the light that gleamed through all
  Thy shadowy paths in days gone by?

O summer airs! why thus recall
  The sweeter breath, that seemed to bring
The balmy dews of southern skies,
  And all the roses of the spring!

1. In Dovedale
2. Haddon Hall
3. The Chestnut of Brazenose
4. Stratford-on-Avon at Night

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