Poem by William Lisle Bowles

Banwell Hill

HERE let me stand, and gaze upon the scene;
That headland, and those winding sands, and mark
The morning sunshine, on that very shore
Where once a child I wandered. O, return
(I sigh), return a moment, days of youth,
Of childhood,—O, return! How vain the thought,
Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse,
Unblamed may dally with imaginings;
For this wide view is like the scene of life,
Once traversed o’er with carelessness and glee,	
And we look back upon the vale of years,
And hear remembered voices, and behold,
In blended colors, images and shades
Long passed, now rising, as at Memory’s call,
Again in softer light.
                        I see thee not,	
Home of my infancy,—I see thee not,
Thou fane that standest on the hill alone,
The homeward sailor’s sea-mark; but I view
Brean Down beyond; and there thy winding sands,
Weston; and far away, one wandering ship,
Where stretches into mist the Severn Sea.
There, mingled with the clouds, old Cambria draws
Its stealing line of mountains lost in haze;
There in mid-channel sit the sister-holms,
Secure and tranquil, though the tide’s vast sweep,
As it rides by, might almost seem to rive
The deep foundations of the earth again,
Threatening, as once, resistless, to ascend
In tempest to this height, to bury here
Fresh-weltering carcasses!

1. Cadland, Southampton River
2. Picture of an Old Man
3. Sonnet 14. On a Distant View of England
4. Greenwich Hospital
5. Sonnet 2. Written at Bamborough Castle

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