Our pathway led us on to Rotha's banks;

And when we came in front of that tall rock

Which looks towards the east, I there ftopped short, And traced the lofty barrier with my eye

From base to summit; fuch delight I found

To note in fhrub and tree, in ftone and flower,
That intermixture of delicious hues,

Along fo vaft a surface, all at once,

In one impreffion, by connecting force

Of their own beauty, imaged in the heart.
-When I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space,
Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld

That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud.
The rock, like something starting from a sleep,
Took up the lady's voice, and laughed again :
That ancient woman feated on Helm-Crag
Was ready with her cavern: Hammar-Scar,
And the tall steep of Silver-How, fent forth
A noise of laughter; fouthern Loughrigg heard,
And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone :
Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky

Carried the lady's voice-old Skiddaw blew
His fpeaking trumpet :-back out of the clouds
Of Glaramara fouthward came the voice;
And Kirkstone toffed it from his mifty head.
-Now whether (faid I to our cordial friend,
Who in the hey-day of astonishment