"AERIAL ROCK--WHOSE SOLITARY BROW"

          AERIAL Rock--whose solitary brow
          From this low threshold daily meets my sight;
          When I step forth to hail the morning light;
          Or quit the stars with a lingering farewell--how
          Shall Fancy pay to thee a grateful vow?
          How, with the Muse's aid, her love attest?
          --By planting on thy naked head the crest
          Of an imperial Castle, which the plough
          Of ruin shall not touch. Innocent scheme!
          That doth presume no more than to supply                    10
          A grace the sinuous vale and roaring stream
          Want, through neglect of hoar Antiquity.
          Rise, then, ye votive Towers! and catch a gleam
          Of golden sunset, ere it fade and die.
                                                              1819.