POOR SUSAN. At the corner of Wood-street, when day-light appears, There's a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale, She looks, and her Heart is in heaven: but they fade, INSCRIPTION For the Spot where the HERMITAGE stood on St. Herbert's Island, Derwent-Water, If Thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy, that thou know'st what thoughts Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love This quiet spot.— -St. Herbert hither came, A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought Of his Companion, he would pray that both Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain So prayed he:-as our Chronicles report, Though here the Hermit numbered his last days, Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved Friend, Those holy Men both died in the same hour. LINES Written with a pencil upon a stone in the wall of the House (an Out-house) on the Island at Grasmere. Rude is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen With the ideal grace. Yet as it is Do take it in good part; for he, the poor From the great City; never on the leaves The skeletons and pre-existing ghosts Of Beauties yet unborn, the rustic Box, |