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Why should I seek these scenes again, the past Is on yon valley like a shroud?

for the love that fate forbids, Yet loves unhoping on, Though every light that once illumed Its early path be gone.

Weep for the love that must resign The heart's enchanted dream, And float, like some neglected bark, Adown life's lonely stream.

Weep for the love these scenes recall, Like some enduring spell; It rests within the soul which loved Too vainly, and too well.

Weep for the breaking heart condemn'd   To see its youth pass by, Whose lot has been in this cold world To dream, despair, and die.

"Among the mountains which form the southern boundary of Haweswater is Mardale Head, a wild and solitary region, wherein nature, working with a master hand, seems to have produced the very beau ideal of romantic grandeur and sublimity. The beautiful representation which the artist has given, renders description almost needless, and almost impossible."