Memorials of a Tour on the Continent, 1820/Sky-prospect—from the Plain of France
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SONNET.
SKY-PROSPECT—FROM THE PLAIN OF FRANCE.
Lo! in the burning West, the craggy nape
Of a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,
The Ark, her melancholy voyage done!
Yon rampant Cloud mimics a Lion's shape;
There—combats a huge Crocodile—agape
A golden spear to swallow! and that brown
And massy Grove, so near yon blazing Town,
Stirs—and recedes—destruction to escape!
Yet all is harmless as the Elysian shades
Where Spirits dwell in undisturb'd repose,
Silently disappears, or quickly fades;—
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth,
From all the fuming vanities of Earth!
Of a proud Ararat! and, thereupon,
The Ark, her melancholy voyage done!
Yon rampant Cloud mimics a Lion's shape;
There—combats a huge Crocodile—agape
A golden spear to swallow! and that brown
And massy Grove, so near yon blazing Town,
Stirs—and recedes—destruction to escape!
Yet all is harmless as the Elysian shades
Where Spirits dwell in undisturb'd repose,
Silently disappears, or quickly fades;—
Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
That for oblivion take their daily birth,
From all the fuming vanities of Earth!