At Doon
The lustre of a tranquil autumn day
Reigned o'er the quiet land. Here was a throne
Of hills that rose amid a farther zone
Pushed back against the sky as if to stay
Its fleecy towers. Within that circle lay
A vast serenity, majestic, lone,
Where Beauty in her loveliness is shown
In Nature's spacious, far-expanding way.
The spirit of these ancient solitudes,
Haunting the shadows with a wraith of dreams,
Finds here a lover of her towering moods,
Who paints in pigments of the sunlight's beams
The soul's bright vision of the dawn and noon
Beneath the forests on the hills of Doon.
Reigned o'er the quiet land. Here was a throne
Of hills that rose amid a farther zone
Pushed back against the sky as if to stay
Its fleecy towers. Within that circle lay
A vast serenity, majestic, lone,
Where Beauty in her loveliness is shown
In Nature's spacious, far-expanding way.
The spirit of these ancient solitudes,
Haunting the shadows with a wraith of dreams,
Finds here a lover of her towering moods,
Who paints in pigments of the sunlight's beams
The soul's bright vision of the dawn and noon
Beneath the forests on the hills of Doon.
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