St. Michael's Mount

ST . M ICHAEL'S Mount , the tidal isle,
—In May with daffodils and lilies
Is kirtled gorgeously a while
—As ne'er another English hill is:
About the precipices cling
The rich renascence robes of Spring.

Her gold and silver, nature's gifts,
—The prodigal with both hands showers;
O not in patches, not in drifts
—But round and round a mount of flowers—
Of lilies and of daffodils,
The envy of all other hills.

And on the lofty summit looms
—The castle: None could build or plan it.
The four-square foliage springs and blooms,
—The piled elaborate flower of granite,
That not the sun can wither; no,
Nor any tempest overthrow.
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