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 Sooth'd by the murmurs of a plaintive stream, A wild romantic dell its fragrance shed; Safe from the thunder shower and scorching beam Their faery charms the summer bowers display'd; Wild by the banks the bashful cowslips spread, And from the rocks above each ivied seat, The spotted foxgloves hung the purple head, And lowly violets kiss'd the wanderer's feet; Sure never Hybla's bees rov'd through a wild so sweet.

As winds the streamlet serpentine along, So leads a solemn walk its bowery way, The pale-leaved palms and darker limes among. To where a grotto lone and secret lay; The yellow broom, where chirp the linnets gay. Waves round the cave; and to the blue-streaked skies A shattered rock towers up in fragments grey: The she-goat from its height the landscape eyes. And calls her wanderd young, the call each bank replies. "Sir Martyn" by Julius Mickle Rh