SUGGESTED AT TYNDRUM IN A STORM

Enough of garlands, of the Arcadian crook,

And all that Greece and Italy have sung

Of Swains reposing myrtle groves among!

Ours couch on naked rocks,— will cross a brook

Swoln with chill rains, nor ever cast a look

This way or that, or give it even a thought

More than by smoothest pathway may be brought

Into a vacant mind. Can written book

Teach what they learn? Up, hardy Mountaineer!

And guide the Bard, ambitious to be One

Of Nature's privy council, as thou art,

On cloud-sequestered heights, that see and hear

To what dread PowersHe delegates his part

On earth, who works in the heaven of heavens, alone.