At home they see on Skiddaw <br />His royal purple lie, <br />And autumn up in Newlands <br />Arrayed in russet die, <br />Or under burning woodland <br />The still lake's gramarye. <br />And far off and grim and sable <br />The menace of the Gable <br />Lifts up his stark aloofness <br />Against the western sky. <br /> <br />At vesper-time in Durham <br />The level evening falls <br />Upon the shadowy river <br />That slides by ancient walls, <br />Where out of crannied turrets <br />The mellow belfry calls. <br />And there sleep brings forgetting <br />And morning no regretting, <br />And love is laughter-wedded <br />To health in happy halls.<br /><br />William Noel Hodgson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reverie-31/
