DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell; <br />The wished-for point was reached--but at an hour <br />When little could be gained from that rich dower <br />Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell. <br />Yet did the glowing west with marvellous power <br />Salute us; there stood Indian citadel, <br />Temple of Greece, and minster with its tower <br />Substantially expressed--a place for bell <br />Or clock to toll from! Many a tempting isle, <br />With groves that never were imagined, lay <br />'Mid seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye <br />Of silent rapture; but we felt the while <br />We should forget them; they are of the sky, <br />And from our earthly memory fade away.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/composed-after-a-journey-across-the-hambleton-hills-yorkshire/
