On thy stupendous summit, rock sublime! …
Charlotte Smith
So many years have passed, …
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore, …
Oh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes! …
Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu! …
Is there a solitary wretch who hies …
In early youth’s unclouded scene, …
Mute is thy wild harp, now, O Bard sublime! …