.124 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS: While light and?shade?alternate, chase Each .other o'er its furrbw'd face.* See, where two hills embracing meet, And form a dingle at their feet, By. copsewood screen'd, and elm-trees tall, The cottage rears its simple wall. With rich variety opprest, There loves the lingering gaze to rest, As, when around the world we roam, More sweet is peace, more dear is home. Slowly the steep as I descend, Down the deep dell my footsteps wend: How mark'd the contrast ! Nought is seen, Save azure sky, and hill-side green, Where spreads the flock, whose tinkling bell Suits the lonely echoes well, And the sauntering shepherd-boy Is whistling in his 'idle joy. �It is with pleasure I remark a coincidence between the idea con- veyed in the foregoing fines, and one, similarly c9nceived , bat differently expressed, by that child of nature, Clare, the peasant-poet of North- amptenshire, in his Sonnet to the Winds, which he represents as "Sweeping, in shaded waves, the ripening mead." They were written long before I had delighted myself with his poems, being composed when I was sixteen. ......... ?Google
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