COMPOSED AFTER A JOURNEY ACROSS THE HAMBLETON HILLS, YORKSHIRE

Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell;

The wished-for point was reached — but at an hour

When little could be gained from that rich dower

Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell.

Yet did the glowing west with marvellous power

Salute us; there stood Indian citadel,

Temple of Greece, and minster with its tower

Substantially expressed — a place for bell

Or clock to toll from! Many a tempting isle,

With groves that never were imagined, lay

‘ Mid seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye

Of silent rapture; but we felt the while

We should forget them; they are of the sky,

And from our earthly memory fade away.