Classic Poem

A COT was ours, lone on a wooded fell
That gazed into a fairy Mere renowned.
Dark mountains on our right hand camped around;
Green, on our left, were copse and ferny dell.
Thus betwixt Power and Charm we abode; and well
Loved we the brows of Power, with silence crowned;
Yet many a time, when awesomely they frowned,
To Charm we turned, with Charm, with Charm to dwell.

So have I turned, when overbrooded long
By that great star-familiar peak austere,
My Milton's Sinai-Helicon divine,
To some far earthlier singer's earth-sweet song:
A song frail as the windflower, and as dear,
With no more purpose than the eglantine.