William Wordsworth (Уильям Вордсворт)

The Kirk of Ulpha

THE KIRK of Ulpha to the pilgrim’s eye
Is welcome as a star, that doth present
Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent
Of a black cloud diffused o’er half the sky:
Or as a fruitful palm-tree towering high
O’er the parched waste beside an Arab’s tent;
Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent,
Take root again, a boundless canopy.
How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more
Than ’mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline,
From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine;
Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar
Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine,
Soothed by the unseen River’s gentle roar.

1. In the Sound of Mull
2. Inside of King’s College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued
3. Inscription Intended for a Stone in the Grounds of Rydal Mount
4. Monastery of Old Bangor
5. In the Frith of Clyde, Ailsa Crag

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