We stood together; and that I, so long With warmer love, oh! with far deeper zeal Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, I. LINES Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate Part of the Shore, commanding a beautiful Prospect. NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands -Who he was That piled these stones, and with the mossy sod I well remember.-He was one who owned No common soul. In youth by science nursed, And led by nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes, he to the world went forth A favoured Being, knowing no desire And with the food of pride sustained his soul |