Glittered at evening like a starry sky; O happy Garden! whofe feclufion deep Helvellyn. FIDELITY. BARKING found the fhepherd hears, He halts, and fearches with his eyes And now at diftance can difcern A stirring in a brake of fern; The dog is not of mountain breed; Nor is there any one in fight All round, in hollow or on height; It was a cove, a huge recefs, That keeps, till June, December's snow; A lofty precipice in front, A filent tarn below! Far in the bofom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, Pathway, or cultivated land; From trace of human foot or hand. There fometimes doth a leaping fish Thither the rainbow comes-the cloud And mifts that spread the flying shroud; Not free from boding thoughts, a while The fhepherd ftood: then makes his way Towards the dog, o'er rocks and ftones, Nor far had gone, before he found From those abrupt and perilous rocks He inftantly recalled the name, And who he was, and whence he came ; On which the traveller paffed this way. But hear a wonder, for whose fake, A lafting monument of words This wonder merits well. The dog, which ftill was hovering nigh, Repeating the fame timid cry, This dog had been through three months' space A dweller in that favage place. Yes, proof was plain that fince the day N The dog had watched about the spot, How nourished here through fuch long time. "TIS SAID THAT SOME HAVE DIED FOR LOVE." 'Tis faid that fome have died for love : And here and there a churchyard grave is found In the cold North's unhallowed ground, Because the wretched man himself had flain, His love was fuch a grievous pain. And there is one whom I five years have known; Upon Helvellyn's fide : He loved. The pretty Barbara died, And thus he made his moan: Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid, When thus his moan he made : "Oh, move, thou cottage, from behind that oak! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie, |