Many Moose, I do hope your fourth great grandfather will forgive me for dividing this differently. I divided it as though it would be read aloud with pauses. This helps me to visualize the beauty that he found and felt. Suggest you try reading it aloud. Think you will feel what he felt. mj
Thy awful height Bolerium
Is not loved by busy Man,
And no one wanders there
Save He who follows Nature:
He who seeks amidst thy craigs
and storm-beat rocks,
to find the marks of changes,
Teaching the great laws
That raised the globe from Chaos.
Or, He whose soul is warm with fire poetic,
He who feels when Nature smiles in beauty,
or sublime rises in majesty
He who can stand unaw’d upon thy summit,
Clad in tempests, and view with raptured mind
The roaring deep rise o’er thy foam-clad base,
While the black cloud bursts with the fire of Heaven.
From: Davy, Extract from an unfinished poem on MOUNT’s-BAY, c.1796.
Note that his poem is unfinished. No doubt he would have worked with it and refined it as poets are wont to do.
I love the last four lines that refer back to Bolerium.
mj |
