TO THE LADY E. B. AND THE HON. MISS P.

By William Wordsworth

A STREAM, to mingle with your favourite Dee,

Along the VALE OF MEDITATIONflows;

So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see

In Nature's face the expression of repose;

Or haply there some pious hermit chose

To live and die, the peace of heaven his aim;

To whom the wild sequestered region owes,

At this late day, its sanctifying name.

GLYN CAFAILLGAROCH, in the Cambrian tongue,

In ours, the VALE OF FRIENDSHIP, let this spot

Be named; where, faithful to a low-roofed Cot,

On Deva's banks, ye have abode so long;

Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb,

Even on this earth, above the reach of Time!