Bernard Barton (Бернард Бартон)

Meditations

                         In Great Bealings Churchyard

BEAR witness, many a loved and lovely scene
  Which I no more may visit, are ye not
Thus still my own? Thy groves of shady green,
  Sweet Gosfield! or thou, wild, romantic spot!
Where by gray craggy cliff, and lonely grot,
  The shallow Dove rolls o’er his rocky bed:
You still remain as fresh and unforgot
  As if but yesterday mine eyes had fed
Upon your charms; and yet months, years, since then have sped

Their silent course. And thus it ought to be,
  Should I sojourn far hence in distant years,
Thou lovely dwelling of the dead! with thee:
  For there is much about thee that endears
Thy peaceful landscape; much the heart reveres,
  Much that it loves, and all it could desire
In meditation’s haunt, when hopes and fears
  Have been too busy, and we would retire
Even from ourselves awhile, yet of ourselves inquire.

Then art thou such a spot as man might choose
  For still communion: all around is sweet
And calm and soothing; when the light breeze wooes
  The lofty limes that shadow thy retreat,
Whose interlacing branches, as they meet,
  O’ertop and almost hide the edifice
They beautify; no sound, except the bleat
  Of innocent lambs, or notes which speak the bliss
Of happy birds unseen. What could a hermit miss?

1. Leiston Abbey
2. Verses on the Gateway Still Standing at Nettlestead, Suffolk
3. Benhall
4. «Which Things are a Shadow»
5. To the Owl

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