Sonnet, on Campse Glen
Ye mighty rocks projecting o'er the steep! —
Ye giant-trees that float above the dell! —
Ye streamlets, that incessantly do weep! —
Combined ye clothe me with a Samsoned spell, —
Oh! I could in your bosom ever dwell,
And there extol your beauties, so sublime!
Where winding cataracts expressly tell,
They've rolled their current since the first of time. —
There would I chant some plaintive evening hymn,
When western earth has veiled the torrid sun.
And hear the distant village-warning chime
Embodying with thy waters as they run;
And sit oblivious to all " mortal ken, "
In some sweet woodruffed cave, by Campsie Glen.
Ye giant-trees that float above the dell! —
Ye streamlets, that incessantly do weep! —
Combined ye clothe me with a Samsoned spell, —
Oh! I could in your bosom ever dwell,
And there extol your beauties, so sublime!
Where winding cataracts expressly tell,
They've rolled their current since the first of time. —
There would I chant some plaintive evening hymn,
When western earth has veiled the torrid sun.
And hear the distant village-warning chime
Embodying with thy waters as they run;
And sit oblivious to all " mortal ken, "
In some sweet woodruffed cave, by Campsie Glen.
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