Page:Lyrical ballads, Volume 2, Wordsworth, 1800.djvu/179

171 A FRAGMENT.

Between two sister moorland rills

There is a spot that seems to lie

Sacred to flowrets of the hills,

And sacred to the sky.

And in this smooth and open dell

There is a tempest-stricken tree;

A corner-stone by lightning cut,

The last stone of a cottage hut;

And in this dell you see

A thing no storm can e'er destroy,

The shadow of a Danish Boy.

In clouds above, the lark is heard,

He sings his blithest and his best;