Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
England: Vols. I–IV. 1876–79.
In Dovedale
By Henry Glassford Bell (18031874)I
By the green banks of thy Dove,
Still thy gentle ghost may hear me
Breathe my reverence and love.
Of all streams in crystal play,—
Will thy bones beneath cold marble
Lie in peace so far away?
See’st thou not these waters clear?
Time, thou changeling, Time, thou traitor,
Give him back,—his home was here!
Where round rocks the wave bells out,
See! with skilful touch he landeth
Now a grayling, now a trout.
Through the world’s divinest dale,
Ever to thy music bringing
That old spirit calm and pale!
Trustful, truthful, pure of heart;
Peaceful, blameless honor earning
By the magic of his art.
Have I longed to be like him,
And have felt my nature soften
Musing on that phantom dim,—
Luring from the shaded pool,
God’s white clouds high o’er him sailing,
All around the beautiful!