But now and then with pressure of his thumb T' adjust the fragrant charge of a short tube, That fumes beneath his nose: the trailing cloud Streams far behind him, scenting all the air. Now from the roost, or from the neighb'ring pale, Where, diligent to catch the first faint gleam Of smiling day, they gossipp'd side by side, 60 Come trooping at the housewife's well-known call The feather'd tribes domestic. Half on wing, And half on foot, they brush the fleecy flood, Conscious and fearful of too deep a plunge. The sparrows peep, and quit the shelt'ring eaves, To seize the fair occasion; well they eye The scatter'd grain, and thievishly resolv'd T'escape th' impending famine, often scar'd As oft return, a pert voracious kind. Clean riddance quickly made, one only care Remains to each, the search of sunny nook, Or shed impervious to the blast. Resign'd To sad necessity, the cock foregoes
His wonted strut; and, wading at their head With well-consider'd steps, seems to resent His alter'd gait and stateliness retrench'd. How find the myriads, that in summer cheer The hills and vallies with their ceaseless songs, Due sustenance, or where subsist they now? Earth yields them nought; th' imprison'd worm
Beneath the frozen clod; all seeds of herbs Lie cover'd close; and berry-bearing thorns, That feed the thrush, (whatever some suppose) Afford the smaller minstrels no supply.
The long protracted rigour of the year
Thins all their num'rous flocks. In chinks and holes
Ten thousand seek an unmolested end, As instinct prompts; self-buried ere they die. The very rooks and daws forsake the fields, Where neither grub, nor root, nor earth-nut, now Repays their labour more; and perch'd aloft 91 By the wayside, or stalking in the path,
Lean pensioners upon the traveller's track,
their nauseous dole, though sweet to them, Of voided pulse or half-digested grain.
The streams are lost amid the splendid blank, O'erwhelming all distinction. On the flood, Indurated and fix'd, the snowy weight Lies undissolv'd; while silently beneath, And unperceiv'd, the current steals away. Not so where, scornful of a check, it leaps The milldam, dashes on the restless wheel, And wantons in the pebbly gulf below: No frost can bind it there; it's utmost force Can but arrest the light and smoky mist, That in it's fall the liquid sheet throws wide. And see where it has hung th' embroider'd banks With forms so various, that no pow'rs of art, The pencil or the pen, may trace the scene! Here glitt'ring turrets rise, upbearing high (Fantastic misarrangement!) on the roof
Large growth of what may seem the sparkling trees
And shrubs of fairy land. The crystal drops,
That trickle down the branches, fast congeal'd, Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
And prop the pile they but adorn'd before. Here grotto within grotto safe defies
The sunbeam; there, emboss'd and fretted wild, The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes Capricious, in which fancy seeks in vain The likeness of some object seen before. Thus Nature works as if to mock at Art, And in defiance of her rival pow'rs;
By these fortuitous and random strokes Performing such inimitable feats,
As she with all her rules can never reach.
Less worthy of applause, though more admir'd, Because a novelty, the work of man,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ,
Thy most magnificent and mighty freak,
The wonder of the North. No forest fell,
When thou wouldst build; no quarry sent it's stores,
T'enrich thy walls; but thou didst hew the floods,
And make thy marble of the glassy wave.
In such a palace Aristæus found
Cyrene, when he bore the plaintive tale
Of his lost bees to her maternal ear:
In such a palace Poetry might place
The armory of Winter; where his troops,
The gloomy clouds, find weapons, arrowy sleet, Skin-piercing volley, blossom-bruising hail, 141 And snow, that often blinds the trav❜ller's course, him in an unexpected tomb.
Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
No sound of hammer or of saw was there:
Ice upon ice, the well-adjusted parts
Were soon conjoin'd, nor other cement ask'd
Than water interfus'd to make them one.
Lamps gracefully dispos'd, and of all hues,
Illumin'd ev'ry side: a wat'ry light
Gleam'd thro' the clear transparency, that seem'd
Another moon new ris'n, or meteor fall'n
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