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64 AN EVENING WALK;

Published in 1793.

the cliffs between, where sombrous pine

And yew-trees o'er the silver rocks recline;

I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,

Dwarf panniered steeds, and men, and numerous wains:

How busy the enormous hive within,

While Echo dallies with the various din!

Some (hardly heard their chisel's clinking sound)

Toil, small as pigmies, in the gulf profound;

Some, dim between th' aëreal cliffs descry'd,

O'erwalk the slender plank from side to side;

These, by the pale-blue rocks that ceaseless ring,

Glad from their airy baskets hang and sing.