GARNETT
Forests that beard the avalanche,Levels, empurpled slopes of vine,Wrecks, sadly gay with flower and branch,I love you, but you are not mine!The sweet domestic sanctityFades in the fiery sun, like dew;My Love beheld and passed you by,My fathers shed no blood for you.Pause, rambling clouds, while fancy fainYour white similitude doth traceTo England’s cliffs, so may your rainFall blissful on your native place!Richard Garnett.
Forests that beard the avalanche,Levels, empurpled slopes of vine,Wrecks, sadly gay with flower and branch,I love you, but you are not mine!The sweet domestic sanctityFades in the fiery sun, like dew;My Love beheld and passed you by,My fathers shed no blood for you.Pause, rambling clouds, while fancy fainYour white similitude doth traceTo England’s cliffs, so may your rainFall blissful on your native place!Richard Garnett.
Forests that beard the avalanche,Levels, empurpled slopes of vine,Wrecks, sadly gay with flower and branch,I love you, but you are not mine!
The sweet domestic sanctityFades in the fiery sun, like dew;My Love beheld and passed you by,My fathers shed no blood for you.
Pause, rambling clouds, while fancy fainYour white similitude doth traceTo England’s cliffs, so may your rainFall blissful on your native place!
Richard Garnett.