Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. England: Vols. IIV. 187679. | | | | Banwell Hill | | Banwell Hill | | William Lisle Bowles (17621850) |
| | * * * * * HERE let me stand, and gaze upon the scene; | |
| That headland, and those winding sands, and mark | |
| The morning sunshine, on that very shore | |
| Where once a child I wandered. O, return | |
| (I sigh), return a moment, days of youth, | 5 |
| Of childhood,O, return! How vain the thought, | |
| Vain as unmanly! yet the pensive Muse, | |
| Unblamed may dally with imaginings; | |
| For this wide view is like the scene of life, | |
| Once traversed oer with carelessness and glee, | 10 |
| And we look back upon the vale of years, | |
| And hear remembered voices, and behold, | |
| In blended colors, images and shades | |
| Long passed, now rising, as at Memorys call, | |
Again in softer light. I see thee not, | 15 |
| Home of my infancy,I see thee not, | |
| Thou fane that standest on the hill alone, | |
| The homeward sailors sea-mark; but I view | |
| Brean Down beyond; and there thy winding sands, | |
| Weston; and far away, one wandering ship, | 20 |
| Where stretches into mist the Severn Sea. | |
| There, mingled with the clouds, old Cambria draws | |
| Its stealing line of mountains lost in haze; | |
| There in mid-channel sit the sister-holms, | |
| Secure and tranquil, though the tides vast sweep, | 25 |
| As it rides by, might almost seem to rive | |
| The deep foundations of the earth again, | |
| Threatening, as once, resistless, to ascend | |
| In tempest to this height, to bury here | |
| Fresh-weltering carcasses! | 30 | | | |
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