AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream, <br />Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among, <br />In fancy's ear still making plaintive song <br />To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem <br />To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom, <br />And in each breeze a pitying voice I hear <br />Like sorrow's sighs upon misfortune's tomb. <br />Ah! soothing are your quiet scenes -- the tear <br />Of him who passes weary on his way <br />Shall thank you, as he turns to bid adieu: <br />Onward a cheerless pilgrim he may stray, <br />Yet oft as musing memory shall review <br />The scenes that cheer'd his path with fairer ray, <br />Delightful haunts, he will remember you.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iv-to-the-river-wenbeck/
