Уильям Вордсворт (William Wordsworth)

Composed after a Journey across the Hamilton Hills, Yorkshire

Dark, and more dark, the shades of Evening fell;
The wish'd-for point was reach'd—but late the hour;
And little could we see of all that power
Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell.
The western sky did recompence us well
With Grecian Temple, Minaret, and Bower;
And, in one part, a Minster with its Tower
Substantially expressed—a place for Bell
Or Clock to toll from! Many a glorious pile
Did we behold, fair sights that might repay
All disappointment! and, as such, the eye
Delighted in them; but we felt, the while,
We should forget them:—they are of the sky,
And from our earthly memory fade away.