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A TOPOGRAPHICAL ODE.
Were I a cloud, o'er thee o Keswic-lake!
And in thy calmest nook
Now would I nestle on thy cliffy sides,
The yet unfathom'd depth
Now floating low between thy opening hills,
Diffuse my flowing vest
There when the yellow dawn o'erhangs *Lodore,
With yellow glory crowns
I'll wring the dew-drops from my golden curls,
Thy fields and trembling groves
There, when the fading Sun draws near the tvale,
Of sheety Basenthwaite
I'll weave the crimson lining of the tent,
* Lodore, a mountain noted for the waterfall on its side, lies
to the east of lake Keswic.
of Lake Basenthwaite stretches westward from Keswic.
Were I a mist, I'd arch'a dusky vault
And strew with sullen gloom
Unbeaming thence the sultry *noon to him,
As in the fstrife of oars
Or on the lonely Ness from chilly urn
A dim-depending veil
* Borrodale is the southern boundary of the Lake. The peninsulated mountain Borro-ness almost blocks its entrance; within this is a black-lead mine, (see line 126) for the better working of which, a Roman fortress built near the summit of the Ness was pulled down.
* In August, an annual prize is rowed for on the lake.