A Landscape.

A pastoral plain which one huge mountain shields,1
Where quaint old homesteads, with gray gable-ends2
Abutting blossoming orchards, stand in fields3
Dotted with wooden sheds and wattled pens.4
Slow through the scene, so graceful and so fair,5
So bright and free, two silvery rivers run,6
Each musing in a mist of silver air,7
In the sweet light of the uprising sun.8
Far off, beyond a long low ridge of pines,9
A castled crag, all seamed with scar and cleft,10
Stands up and takes the light. The cliff-road winds11
Beneath it ; while low down unto the left12
The sea, unto a ribbon’s breadth compressed,13
Lies like a long bright lance across the west.14